A cool breeze blew through my open window as I slept soundly on my nice king size bed. It was a housewarming gift I received from grandmother. The loud buzzing of my phone awoke me from my sleep. I reached over my blue blanket, and sheets. Then picked up the small black cellphone, of course it was grandmother’s voice on the other end. “Doll, happy birthday” she cried. The sound of her sharp voice still made me jump like always. Somehow even after twenty years later, and it made me smile just to think about her. “Thanks grandmother, I’ll see you soon,” I replied before hanging up the phone. Today was my thirty first birthday.
Right from the beginning. I knew he was different. Henry would be my new dad. I had come from a broken home in Kansas City. After living there for years with my abusive parents. I was a special case. But only five years old so every happy couple wanted to adopt me. This is because they wanted a pretty little girl. With blond hair, and blue eyes. Couples from all over came to see me. However, my caseworker didn’t think they were right for me.
I remembered it as if it was yesterday, my father’s funeral. When it happened, that freak accident. There were whispers all over town saying “What will happen to red”. The villagers called me red because of my apple autumn colored hair. I Stood in front of my grandmother's house staring at the grey brick cottage. Surrounded by a yellow fence, with a small garden of red roses. My pale white feet felt cold against the damp brown leaves beneath my feet. The grass was tall, very green, and greener than any grass I’d ever seen.
Every year the coven chooses three witches to enter the human world. Their purpose is to complete three important tasks before Halloween.
Ladies and gentlemen. Hold onto your barf bags because this one is going to be a spewer. Today for the first time ever we have established the Puke Factory to make you vomit.You might be wondering how this works. it's quite easy... are you sure you're ready to hear this? So we have people in the back. These people just leave their mouth open. The spit is collected right from their moths to yours. We come out with your special cups. You can add fruit in it and then you have your special Spit surprise.
The very first delightful treat on my list is none other than Apple Cider. Growing up in the fall, and during October my family has always had a tradition. My mom took us to the apple farm to pick apples. We did this at the beginning of every fall. the apples were ripe right at the beginning there were acres of land so it usually took us the entire day To fill of our buckets. we would always wear these heavy jackets just in case it was a little too chilly.