A stranger on All Hallows Eve
Current mood: Magical
Category: Magical Dreams and the Supernatural
Beware this night, this dark and mystical night.
The hour is late and he is tired, but the walk through the little grove of trees is short. He can see his humble cottage, his home on the other side through the trees. The wind whirls gently around him. He hears the sweet rustling of the leaves. The sounds, so familiar at this time of year, are like a soothing lullaby. Up in the starless sky, the moon wedges itself between deep purple clouds. Moonlight shines on the narrow path, lighting a narrow stretch of beaten ground. Smiling to himself, he begins to believe that the illumination will follow him and lead him to his door.
This is not just any night.
He continues his walk through the woods knowing that in a few moments he will arrive at his destination, or … his destiny. Casually he looks up but the trees are blocking the sky from his view. He cannot see from where the light that shines in front of him is coming. Perplexed now, he shakes his head. Have the trees gotten taller? His gait increases a little. Step by step he goes farther into the woods. It seems thicker, dense. That is silly he muses to himself. It is only his imagination.
Someone is watching.
He strains to see ahead of him but there is a fog rolling in. The cottage is nowhere in sight. Of course, he thinks to himself, it is still there. It is only the fog that prevents me from being able to gaze upon it and its welcoming front door. I will be home in a few moments, I am sure of that. Anxious to get to his bed now, he steps up the pace. But the faster he walked, the longer the passage seemed to get.
Laughter, a mischievous little giggle!
He stands still not sure which way to turn. “Who’s there?” he demands. Again he hears a quiet chuckle as sparkling dust falls on his shoulders and speckles his hair. He looks up and sees an outline, someone sitting on a tree limb. Straining to get a clearer image he blinks his eyes. When he looks again, no one is there. Suddenly he feels something brush against him.
There, in front of him she stood.
Her eyes were sparkling and the reflection of the moon shone in her long, dark hair. He dare not breathe and he cannot move. She stretches out her hand towards him. He reaches for it and grasps nothing but the gray air that has become thick and heavy. She is staring at him, a look of wanting and longing on her face. He watches as her lips move forming words he cannot hear.
A large black raven flew between them.
Higher and higher he flew, his wings riding on the streams of air up into the sky until he became a silhouette on the moon. She walked over to where he was standing. He could hear his own heart beating inside his chest. She put one hand on his heart as she moved round his back. From behind she leaned her head on his shoulder while still softly touching his heart. Placing his hand on top of hers, he slowly turned round to face her. As she lowered her head, her long tresses dropped in front of her face, hiding it. He could only see black waves of her silky mane. He placed his hand on her chin and lifted it up. He moved into her tenderly. His lips searched for hers. The heat of their bodies formed a circle of whitish haze. Eager for fulfillment, their bodies hugged each other leaving no space between them. He closed his eyes. He could feel himself lying on his smooth soft bed in his cottage. He opened his eyes.
He was alone.
He looked around his room. Everything was as it was before and yet something felt different. There on his bed pillow lie a square of paper, folded in half. He picked it up and carefully unfolded it. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness letters starts to take shape on the note. “I will see you again. You are under my spell.” What does it mean, he wondered? As he pondered the events of that night it occurred to him that it appeared time had stopped. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Midnight! It was midnight on All Hallows Eve! And there tied to the clock with a ribbon was another paper with a note inside. It read,
“Be careful when out walking on magical nights …
If a stranger should kiss you … remember this ….
You may become enchanted … by the kiss of a witch. "
Who is this mysterious stranger in the woods. Come, read and find out.