Page 39 of Black and White, Twice the Might

“What?” he asks, looking at her and shrugging.

Jodie just shakes her head.

I know the boys really want to go. I’m about to offer to go with them when Sly does. “I can come as well if you want.”

Xander looks at John. “Would you mind if our brother comes as well?”

John smiles. “Not in the least, as long as Sly doesn’t mind following us around the food stalls as well as going on rides.”

“Hot donuts?” Enoch says excitedly.

“I’m sure we can do that. Let’s go quickly before Ebby becomes a killjoy,” Sly says, grabbing Xander and Enoch and pulling them quickly away.

I try to scowl at him but end up laughing. “Healthy food tomorrow,” I call after them.

They just ignore me and rush off.

I hope we didn’t insult anyone. I look at Ernest and Jodie. “Sorry, Sly, going with them is no reflection on your dad.”

“I know. Pa understands as well.”

“Thanks. I would hate to think John was insulted.”

We’re happily handingout soup and chatting to visitors. Out-of-town visitors think we’ve just dressed up for the fun of it, and to add to the event, the locals are laughing at us and wondering why no one has cackled around a cauldron before.

“The decorations around the house are amazing,” someone says. “The way those skeletons are crawling out of the ground looks so real, and those ghosts.”

The decorations are good. There are full skeletons, and some of them look like they are climbing out of the ground.

“Seriously, they’re alive?” Ernest exclaims.

I quickly look and yep, those things are definitely moving.

The skeletons that are actually climbing out of the ground, somehow whole, well as whole as a skeleton can be, and alive and way more than were there earlier. But can a skeleton moving around be classed as alive?

The ghosts that are happily flying above the house and around the grounds start dive bombing those walking towards the house.

“Yes, ghosts and skeletons. You witches are amazing,” someone says, grinning at us.

“So, this is new,” Sal says, looking around.

The ghosts fly through people, and they shriek in surprise before running away or standing still, laughing.

The skeletons start chasing people, and if caught, try to drag them somewhere, where I have no idea. It all reminds me of some kind of children’s cartoon.

“As much fun as this is, witchlings, someone might get hurt,” Molly tells us.

“Pick a ghost or skeleton and have at it,” Titus says, throwing his magic at the closest skeleton.

It falls to the ground in a pile of bones before reforming and coming closer.

“Okay, so that didn’t work,” Sal said, stating the obvious.

“Everything so far needed to be injured before it could be destroyed,” Ernest says and using his magic, blows an arm off the same skeleton.

I send my magic out and hit the injured skeleton. It drops into a pile of bones and doesn’t get back up.

Soon we’re all throwing magic out, and the skeletons are soon piles of bones.