MrE1967

The Blackwood’s Its Halloween, as children are anxiously waiting to go out trick or treating there is one family that is preparing for a different sort of event. You see, this is no ordinary family, by all outwards appearances they look and act like their neighbors. The Victorian house that they live in may stand out amongst the majority of Tudor-style homes that are on Hemlock Lane. The Blackwood’s are fairly well known in town in more than one circle. Herbert is the head chef at a popular restaurant in town and a warlock. His wife, Cynthia is the principle at the high school and a witch. Lilly their daughter is a junior at that high school, on the lacrosse team and has just started showing her full aptitude in witchcraft. Cynthia was upstairs in their bedroom, an assortment of cloths were mocking her from her closet, “choose me” they called out to her. She had to make a big impression for their guests tonight and choosing the right cloths was a good step in that impression.

The Christmas Wish Ashley lost track of how long she had been falling. Was it minutes or hours? All she knew right now was that she was still somehow soaking wet and in some sort of multicolored swirling tunnel that seemed to be made of light. Suddenly ahead of her a blue box appeared and she was heading straight for it. She landed with loud soggy thud on a cold metal floor. She slowly sat up and looked around. She was in a large metallic round room. On her left there was a set of stairs going up to a sort of balcony that circled the room. There were book shelves and blackboards along the left side as well. On the other side of a six-sided console in the middle of the room was another stairwell gong up to that balcony. There were stairwells going down to a lower level on both sides on the other side as well. The only doors she could see were behind her. They were made of wood with windows and had lit up backwards words above them. “Oh, a stowaway and you’re wet.” Said a bald