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| Don't go into the Cemetery Alone (especially on All Hallows Eve when the moon is full) .......by Carol Abbott, October, 2003 © |
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| Back in '95, little Reggie was generally thought of as a bully.
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| Neighbors
always described him as really pushy, and ready for a fight......rambunctious, crude and loud. Let's just say: If there was trouble around, you'd likely find him somewhere in the crowd.
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| On Halloween
nights, when the moon was full, and shadowed like a skull. All smart kids could tell ya, that ghosts walked amid the cemetery stones, a 'frighting time' to pull.
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this particular terrible night, an owl hooted down from a tree, "Halt! Don't go another step!" There are spooks afoot that you won't want to meet. And maybe even a ghoul or two, I'll bet!
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Reggie shouted
to his mates,"Hey, let's use the old bone yard to cut over to Elm Street. There's lots more houses over there to fill our bags with treats."
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other kids all shied away and shouted, "Oh, no, Reg!" "Reg, don't go!" they said. But Reggie laughed and called 'em chicken and raced off full steam ahead.
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| Thoughtless
of his safety, Reggie was looking for a short-cut path to go for more 'tricks and treats'. And ventured into the grave yard on his very foolish feet.
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| The
leaves swished and crackled underfoot in a very spooky, mysterious way. All too soon, Reg was all alone. But still too greedy to change his mind and stay.
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| Even when he
heard the call of the owl, and the beating wings of a bat. Not to mention the whispering of the wind and the yowling of a cat.
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The scurry,
hurry, flurry of creatures hidden in tall grass. The rustle of the bushes and a groan that caused our little Reggie to gasp!
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of a sudden, our brave young lad realized he could hear no other human voice. And now the dilemma: To go back OR To Go On - is a really desperate choice.
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| But
the fates have played Reg's hand for him. It's no longer in his power. He's in the trap and chance will choose for him. It could well be his final hour.
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| A
headstrong, ornery boy is Reg. And it's as true as we can tell. But, if Reg can run swift and strong to make escape. He may live to tell his tale.
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Ghosts
wreathed round the moldering stones and skeleton bones rattled up ahead. A line of evil looking, candle-lighted Jacks bordered the path at his feet and Poor Reg was filled with dread.
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tallest Skeleton loomed up into his view and made haste to block his way. Reg reached right down into his bag and offered a fine treat. (With it, he hoped his freedom to pay.)
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| In
less than the time it took to think that he might just make it out, he sensed a presence at his back and swiftly swung about.
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| The ghoul
nearly had him in it's grasp! But shrieking, Reggie ran! And dodging, weaving he raced for freedom from the whole hideous Cemetery Band.
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| He
never stopped running until he leaped the waist high fence in an awkward single bound. And he ran right home, slammed the front door shut and hid under his bed, never making another sound.
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| That
Halloween night several years ago still lives on in memory. It was the night that Reggie learned that there are A LOT OF THINGS that are scarier than he.
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