Tuesday, October 29, 2013

X-ploits of Mary Mc Scary



Mary McScary just LOVED Halloween,
And it wasn’t because of her name.
Things that freaked her friends out didn’t bug her at all.
She found ghoulies and goblins quite tame.


Howling zombies delighted her, Dracula too.
(Vampire tales were her story-time standby.)
The more haunted the better, she’d say to herself,
strolling past houses most children RAN by.


The undead made her grin, even when their eyes glowed;
Eerie sounds never gave her a fright.
For her birthday she asked (though her mother refused)
to play games in the graveyard at night.


Mary had nerves of steel; creepy things were her pals.
She liked spiders and snakes more than candy.
Tricks were better than treats any day of the week,
and a toad-eating witch was just dandy.


As a matter of fact, that would be her costume
for the Halloween party at school.
There would be a grand prize, and a toad-eating witch
couldn’t help but be cooler than cool.


Mary knew she’d out-screech and out-cackle them all;
She’d out-witch every witch in the west.
When the contest was over, the whole world would know
Miss McScary did scary things best.

 

It was Halloween week and a glorious day
when her story began to unfold.
Mary got off the bus, kicked some leaves down the street,
and then shivered a bit from the cold.


The chill was both sudden and strange, for the sun
shimmered high in the bright autumn sky.
Though the weather was warm, her spine tingled like ice.
Then she spotted the crow flying by.

 

It circled her twice, swooping in on bold wings
that shone black as a Halloween night.
Most girls would have screamed, but not Mary McScary!
She thrilled at the marvelous sight.

  
When it landed on top of the mailbox, she laughed
and decided to bring in the mail.
Mary opened the box. Poof! A puff of green smoke
circled her, like a witch-cat’s black tail.


She reached in her hand and came out with a card:
Mistress Mary McScary, it read.
The ink seemed to wiggle. She blinked, said “Hold still,”
and proceeded to read what it said:


On All Hallow’s Eve, in the old Salem Square,
near the graveyard on West Coventry,
the event of the season begins at midnight.
It’s the Witches’ Ball. RSVP.


A Witches’ Ball, awesome! This Saturday night.
It was perfect, and she was invited.
Still, midnight was far past her bedtime. Oh, well.
She’d sneak out just this once, she decided.


But whose party was it? How should she respond?
Would they like her to Facebook or text?
Mary wanted to say she would come, then applaud
that green smoke. (She loved special effects!)


Those effects kept on coming, too. All of a sudden,
the ink disappeared from her sight.
Invisible ink. A nice touch, Mary thought.
Were they hoping to give me a fright?


Fat chance! They would have to try harder than that.
Evil potions might work...or a spell. 
With a wink and a grin she looked up at the crow
and waved it a most cheerful farewell.


As the morning dawned bright, Mary rose with delight
to the wonderful weekend in store.
Tricks and treats, lots of eats and a dance with the witches…
a Halloween made to adore.



Walking out the front gate, she was startled to view
that same crow on the rail of her fence.
His beady eyes watched every move that she made
in a creepy way; it was intense.



They were yellow eyes. Ew. “Take a picture,” she yelled,
jumping forward to scare him away.
He just sat there, unruffled…disdainful, she thought…
but she’d not let him ruin her day.


About halfway to school, she felt feathers brush by her
but vowed there was nothing to dread.
After classes were done, the crow proved her quite wrong
when he dived down to peck at her head.



Arms flailing, she swatted and screamed. He was freaky,
but she didn’t want to admit it.
She laughed it off, but the bird followed her home
like a vulture. She couldn’t forget it.


He was everywhere, watching her hour after hour,
from a porch, from a lamppost, a roof.
That crow was no good; he was trouble, big trouble.
The way that he stalked her was proof.


She finally confronted him, shaking her fist.
“You old crow, what do you want from me?”
His eyes turned to bright yellow diamonds and glittered
as he cried out, “R-S-V-P!”


"So that's what he wants!" Mary chuckled with glee. 
"I got pranked, though I don't know by whom.
The joke is on me. I was getting so spooked
I just wanted to hide in my room."


The hosts of this Witch Ball were clever. How cunning.
They'd actually trained him to speak!
Marking “yes” on a post-it, she said, “Crow, go home,”
safely tying her note to his beak.


On the big day, she dressed like a witch, went to school,
and was voted “best costume” of all.
Later, she trick-or-treated and scored some good eats,
but her focus was on Witches’ Ball.


After bedtime, she waited; her eyes on the clock,
because she was too anxious to sleep.
Mary put on her witch’s hat, crept down the stairs,
and left home without making a peep.


The moon rises high in an October sky;
it was midnight, foul creatures were out.
There were bats in the air and black cats everywhere.
This was Halloween heaven. No doubt!


Mary had to admit that she trembled a bit,
as she walked toward old Salem Square.
It was spooky and dark, but she cut through the park
for she just couldn’t wait to get there.



Coming up on the clearing, she heard haunting music.
These people had done things up right.
Through the mist, she could see shadowed outlines of
dark figures, twirling beneath the moonlight.



Suddenly, she felt shy and crept in a bit closer
to see them before they saw her.
(She would ID the hosts, so that she could pretend
she had known all along who they were.)



But the strains Mary heard were so haunting, so chilling,
the hair stood up straight on her head.
As she crawled nearer…nearer…her vision came clearer,
a vision to fill souls with dread.


Instead of the friends she’d expected to find,
she found terror that cut quick and deep.
No mask and no make-up could conjure the Things
dancing there, while the world was asleep.



Evil lived. These were vixens and harpies and hags,
each one scaring her more than the last.
Sensing and seeking, their sin circled ‘round her,
like tentacles binding her fast.



She screamed; they were pulling her forward, possessing her.
How had they known she was there?
Overcome by a force stronger than her own will,
Mary floated, bewitched, to the Square.



She could not move a muscle, nor yet blink an eye.
Her heart shivered, grew colder and colder.
But every hope froze when she felt the cold claws
of that wretched crow piercing her shoulder.


Her tortured mind fled from the sight she beheld.
Nevermore would she call herself brave.
Her very flesh shrank from the witches' dance partners...
zombies, summoned up from the grave.


The music stopped dead; every head turned to Mary.
She swooned; what a nightmarish trap!
One witch raised her hand and warned, “Face your fate, missy,”
reviving the girl with a ZAP.


“Ye be our guest of honor, child. No need to fret.
In the arms of the undead, ye’ll see.
Ye wanted to be a witch, Mary McScary;
and henceforth, a witch ye shall be!”



No words ever struck greater terror than these.
Mary begged and she pleaded for grace.
Let me go, I implore you; I’m not the one for you.
I fear I will bring you disgrace."


"Mayhap 'tis the truth ye be speaking,
but if it be destiny, ye’ll be our own.
If the dark stars would claim ye, then we must proclaim ye
a witch, ere the unholy dawn."


“I, Morag, have spoken.” The sodden earth rumbled,
as if to confirm what she said.
But then the witch looked Mary straight in the eye
and raised up her voice, arms outspread:



“Our guest will submit to the test of this coven,
for those who belong here can’t flee.
If ye, Mistress Mary, can exit this Square
in ten seconds, thy soul will be free."



The witch started counting, quite softly at first,
much more loudly as Mary gained ground.
"One-two-three" brought her clear to the hedge, "four-five-six"
took her over in one single bound.


"Seven" and "Eight" got her straight to the gate. With a
flicker of hope, she breathed, “Please.”
She opened the latch, tripped and couldn’t quite catch herself.
"Nine." Mary fell to her knees.


Hers is such a strange tale, from beginning to end...
and no doubt you will wonder what happened on "Ten."
Only Mary McScary can tell you for true.
Did the witches claim her? Are they coming for YOU???


~ TO JEREMIAH, CARLI, AND BRYCE ~
(our beWITCHing grandchildren)

with a very scary amount of love 
from

Ghostma and Ghoulpa Anderson


 

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22 comments:

Brian Miller said...

bwhahahaha....smiles...what a delightful read and i love that you left it open ended for us to wonder as well what came of her at 10....ha...you built quite the character...i like ol mary...smiles

happy halloween to you and yours...

Cheryl Kanenwisher said...

Those stinkin' crows.

That'll teach me to never want to be a witch ever again!

Love it!

jen said...

I wanna know what HAPPENED!!!!

Esther Joy said...

Oh my goodness!!! You worked so hard on this one! I bet your grandchildren will love it!

Karen Sue said...

Great ...and creeeeeppppy!! have a good day and don't scare too many!

Donna said...

Hahahaha! Great story! Happy Halloween!

EG CameraGirl said...

Super ending! I loved reading this so I suspect the grandkids will too.

acreativeharbor.com said...

What a delightful and creative gift for the grand children ~ Happy Halloween to you ~ carol, xx

Rocky Mountain Woman said...

well done!

Sarah~Magnolia Surprise said...

Oh freakiness, I'm shakin' in my boots.
Quite literally, in fact....

Lola said...

Great, creative post for *X*– eXcellent!

Happy Hallowe’en!

Birgit said...

I am glad that I took the time to check your Alphabe-Thursday post this Halloween -- it's perfect! :)

karen said...

I love an ending that keeps you guessing! I'll bet the kids loved your story this year! What a fun grandma you are.

Nancy Claeys said...

Hope you had a great Halloween Sue! Thanks so much for stopping by yesterday. xo

JDaniel4's Mom said...

This would be a wonderful children's book.

JDaniel4's Mom said...

This would be a wonderful children's book.

Splendid Little Stars said...

YIKES! YIKES!
What happened to Mary? Will it happen to me?
(great illustrations!)

Friko said...

Blimey! A huge effort, very enjoyable.

Your grandchildren are lucky to have a granny who writes stories and poems just for them. And such accomplished ones.

I am in awe.

Amy said...

Good heavens, this just might be the best story I have read all season! Kid Halloween stories are my favorite!

Myrna Foster said...

What an evil way to end it! ;)

Happy Belated Halloween!

VK said...

Such a fun story. Happy Halloween

LeAnn said...

You are just so amazing. I loved this scary poem. It should be a children's book for sure. I feel sad I didn't get to read it sooner. I was out of town for Halloween with grandchildren for 11 days.
Blessings and hugs!

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