A Halloween Gunging
I took a deep breath, as I peered toward the setting sun, a chilly wind blew across the land, the breeze shook the orange colored leafs and tossed up a few of there fallen mates. The laughter of school children could be heard, a small smile played across my lips as I looked up and observed the last faint rays of sun, shining down from its place in the heavens.
“Its almost time.” I said as I shivered a little as I pulled my pastel pink jacket a little closer around my railroad thin frame. The wind tossed a few strains of my coco brown hair around and caused a sudden shiver to pass over my body. It was clear to me, that the warmth of summer had passed away and now the cooling breath of Autumn was upon me. Or was it the first foretaste of winter. It was hard to tell this late in the year.
Sucking in some of cool air, I turned toward my right to where my little homestead stood. It was in all honesty my great-grandmothers old house. A humble little dwelling constructed from locally fired brick with a roof of imported slate, floated down by river barge from Melody Town.
Releasing my drawn in breath, I stepped off the cobblestone road and onto the brick paved walkway that connected my front door to the road. Before I could blink a eye, I found myself reaching down and wrapping my fingers around the old, tarnished brass door handle. The wooden door gave way with a loud groan.
“Finally.” I said stepping across the threshold of my front door and into my living room. The air inside my living room was nice and warm and very inviting. Though I knew I had little or no time to sit and enjoy the feeling. For tonight was the night of Halloween, a night of bewitchment. It was also the night of the major social even of the season, ‘The Halloween Fete’ that was being hosted in the brick paved town square.
The next hour and a half was spent in preparation and chores for the up coming events of the evening. The Dish’s left over from breakfast had to be washed, dried and put safety away. I then had to bath to rid myself of that odd medicine smell that clings to all of us who find work in that chosen vocation, and above all I had to brush and comb my hair out.
The minutes seemed to quickly fly by, and before long the old grandfather lock in the living in the corner of the living room, chimed the time to seven o’ clock in the evening. I was almost done curling my hair when the deep throated melody reached my ears. A small, little smile graced the bow of my lips as I counted off each chime.
“Almost finished.” I said walking out of the bathroom and heading down the hallway toward the old master bedroom that had become my new bedroom. Once within the confines of the bedroom, I removed my bathrobe and walked over to my closet and started to dig through the dozen or so dress’s, skirts, blouses and other odd and end articles of clothing that I had brought or collected over the years.
A minute or two passed before I happen to come across what I was looking for, without a second thought being given, I reached up and pulled out a low cute, snow white bodice, that would show a fair bit and maybe even provided a little lift.
Halloween was after all the only night out the whole year a girl could wear a reveling costume that flattered her and not run the risk of having her good name tarnished or soiled in any shape or form. And to be blunt this festival was all about hooking up with a cute guy or gal depending on one’s personal preference. And having a flattering and creative costume was the key to ones success.
With all the pieces to my outfit present and accounted for, I quickly started to dress myself. Once I had finished dressing myself, I took a chance and peered into the floor length mirror. Call it vanity if you will, but I could not help but smile as I ran my hand down my side, smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress.
“Well, little red riding hood.” I said under my breath, as I modeled my dress for myself. “I think its time for you to go out and bag yourself a big bad wolf this evening.” And so with that being said, I flipped the light switch to the off position and started toward the door. As I passed the kitchen table up a wicker basket.
A minute or two passed before I could feel my feet touching down upon the brown cobblestone squares that paved the small section of rod that ran by my house. The moon it seemed had finally over taken the sun in the course of my getting dressed, for the landscape was now veiled in the cloak of night.
Through surrounded by darkness, my road was not totally void of light. For the many gas powered streetlamps scattered along the path provided small pools of golden light. Further illumination was being provided by the light spilling out of the few shops that lined the route to the square. Each window had been decorated in a Halloween theme, with witch’s riding broomsticks and smiling, bucktooth Jack-o Lanterns being the two most popular choice among the proprietors of the shop.
Ten minutes into my track, I had to pause in order to allow myself to soak in the sights and the sounds of the holiday. The laughter of children filled the brisk autumn air, and the ringing of doorbells and the knocking of brush knocks echoed loudly across the cobblestones, quickly following the sounds was the seasonal greeting of ‘Trick or Treat.
Allowing myself a smile, I once more started my journey, and soon enough, I found myself standing in the brick paved town square where the majority of the major social event was being held. Sudden shiver passed over me as I stepped into the square. Lighting was scare and a air of mystery filled the air.
My eyes where quickly drawn toward a large phone booth looking box, located in the center of the plaza. A well worn three legged stool was located within the confines of the four walls. My eyes seemed to zoom in one the stool before shifting upwards, before coming to rest upon a large clear container that held a brownish sludge looking mixture.
I swallowed hard as I peered toward the brownish sludge, poised it seemed to cover anybody unlucky enough to be seated below. My gaze was broken by a loud cackling and there standing by the booth was a young women, who appeared to be around my age.
She wore a lose fitting midnight black dress, and a wicked little grin played across her face as she stirred a large black cauldron that was sitting a few feet away from the door of the booth.
“Round about the cauldron go; in the poison’d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone day and night has thirty one swelter’d venom sleeping got, boiled through first I’ the charmed pot” The young women chanted as she stirred the bubbling pot that seemed to hiss and groan. Her wicked little grin turned into a full blown smile as she caught sight of me standing before her.
“Come here my pretty, and listen well to my warning, for tonight all of the villagers here have gathered, to cast los, for who among them shall be doused in the brew you see in yonder hold.” He said pointing toward the container full of that dark brown mixture. Another loud cackle followed as she gave me a sideway look.
“The appointed time is near, so please do be careful where you tread.” She said returning to her brewing and stirring. All the while she wore a evil grin, something that reminded me of a cat eyeing a feeding song bird.
A sudden blush crept across my face, as I turned toward the gathering crowds. Every person seemed, save for me wore a feathered mask, adding a noticeable flare of village decadence to the whole scene. Still blushing, I walked into the gathered crowds, nobody really seemed to pay me much mind, as the ladies of the crowed seemed more content to carve away the hours in fruitless flirting with land owning farmers, who formed the bulk of Bourgeoisie class of the village, or the upper crust if you preferred.
Quickly, I worked my way over to the small refreshment table, where drinks and Hors d’ oeuvre’s where being served. Still wearing a little bite of blush I eyed a large crystal bowl, filled to the brim with dark crimson fruit punch. Minding my manners, I walked over to the bowl and picked up the serving ladle, quickly without giving it much thought, I poured some of the punch into one of the paper cups and took small shall draft to calm my beating heart.
“Fillet if a fenny snake, in the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of a bat and tongue of dog, adder’s fork and blindworm sting, lizards leg and owlet’s wing. For a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth boiled a bubbled.” Cackled the witch from her position next to the booth. With a wicked little grin upon her smug face, she turned toward the full, autumn moon that shown like a beacon of light in the cloudless evening sky.
I must confess a chill ran down my spine as all turned toward the witch, all the senseless flirting stopped and a hushed silence fell upon the crowed as she all eyes where casted upon her. The witch, loving the attention stopped her stirring and peered toward the rising moon.
“Tis almost time!” The women said as she peered toward the rising moon, a small smile was playing across the bow of her lips. “Now ‘round about my children gather, to listen to my decree. A guinea is the price one will pay, to put thy rivals name into the box, or your own if you feel so inclined to do so.” She said as she took deep breath and said.
“And in a hour, all the names shall be collected, and who so ever shall be chosen, will be placed under my tank of doom and gloom. So.” She said. She then took a deep breath and said.
A little smile crossed my face, as my mind dispelled the silly notion that I would be the one choosen to sit under the goo. I mean nobody in there right mind would pay twenty and one shillings for the chance to see me covered in sludge. That was a hours wage in fields or in the office. Surly one of the village’s Bella’s would be the one to sit upon the stool.
And so with my fears having been put to rest, I set about enjoying party. Though a feeling of growing dreaded did indeed seem to cloud my mind as I observed the women of the village, flashing evil grin in my direction as the pointed and nodded there heads toward me, before returning to there whispering behind there raised hands.
My curiosity was also peeked, when I peered toward the table that the votes where being taken at. The faint scratching of the pens could be heard, as well as the ringing sounds of coins being tossed into the collection box. More than once, I happen to see somebody peering in my general direction before dropping there coins into the old wooden box, and inking a name into the small, thin strips of parchment.
Quickly, I took a deep breath and started toward the nearest exit. Judging by the size of the crowd that had already gathered around the clear, flour walled plastic booth. The voting had come to a end, and the votes where now in the process of being counted. Sure there was still a pretty good chance that one of the Bella’s of Sea Breeze would be chosen, or one of the tavern queens and all. But the threat was still there, there was still a good chance that little ol’ I had been picked.
And I for one was not about to let myself get covered in that fifth, no way in hell, was I bout to subject myself to being hauled up on stage, and sat down upon that little wooden stool and within a mater of seconds covered in what ever in the name of the god was in that holding storage.
I was just about to make my grand escape, when I noticed the route of my passage was blocked by three women. The first one was dressed in a more adult rated ’Alice’ the main heroine of Lewis’s ’Alice and Wonderland’. The second seemed to be Cosplaying as anime character who’s name escaped me and the third and final one ws dressed as a sexy nurse.
“Leaving so soon?” The nurse said to me as reached up and started to play with a strain of her golden blonde hair.
“And just there where about to draw the name too, I mean its not like you have anything to lose from a little slime.” The Alice said to me, as she started to circle around me, in a manner that brought to mind a stalking lioness moving in for the kill.
“Indeed, seems somebody is trying to be a poor sport.” The one who was Cosplaying as the anime character said to me as she peered toward me with her baby blue eyes.
“Indeed, I mean, who’s going to be so selfish and self centered as to op out of a proud village tradition. We’re all taking a chance you know.” Chimed in Alice again.
A dark crimson color spread over my cheeks as I peered toward the tree. I was just about to utter a response to there questions, okay more like there verbal assaults, when the voice of the witch rang out across the grounds. It must be time, because for the first time ll evening she had broken character.
“Okay ladies, gentlemen, princess’s, knights and ghoulish beings. Its time for are drawing.” She said with a broad smile. “I’m also pleased to say, that all money collected tonight will go toward the paving of the outer roads. Housewives, you can start rejoicing, for soon those old pig trails, shall be paved in nice, clean cobblestones.
The crow responded with a token applause.
“And now, without further delay.” She said moving toward the small black ballad box. Without a seconds delay she reached into its confines and pulled out a small folded piece of parchment. Another quick second passed before she unfolded the piece of paper, “Would Sunflower E. Woodlift. Please join me on stage?”
My heart jumped into my throat as I peered toward the raised wooden platform. Taking a deep breath, I started to move toward the clear plastic booth. It seemed the forces of nature had chosen me.
“Here..” I called, it had only taken a good three or four minutes for me to cross the cobblestones and wade through the gathered crowds and climb the wooden steps, my heart rate seemed to double with every step I took.
“Oh its little red riding hood from before?” The witch said as she held the clear door open for me. “We’ll honey step right in, I think you’ll be pleased to know that several local business pulled together.” She then turned toward the crowd and in a loud booming tone of voice cried out.
“And beside getting drenched in my gooey goo, the little lady will also be receiving a fifteen quid gift certificate for ‘Hind’s Steakhouse’” She paused as she locked me in and then said the last bit. “Proudly serving the Sea Breeze Community since 1948.” And that last bit being said, she stepped back and took into her hand a long piece of nylon rope.
Quickly I crossed myself as I peered up. A chill ran down my spine and the heat was starting to rise in my cheeks. I could only shutter and squeeze my eyes shut as I heard the women yell.
“Okay folks give me a count down.”
Time then seemed to come to a total stand still as the trap door above my head let way and a cascade of mush was poured down upon my head, coating my hair and clinging to the folds of the dress, before sinking into my top.
The whole of my world disappeared under a blinding torrent of sludge, I could feel the weight pressing down upon my hair, and much to my horror, I could feel it sliding down my blouse and over my breast, then it hit me, the scent of the sloop, it smelled like something akin to day old grease.
The whole my world turned upside down as I heard a dozen or so voices raising in cheer and laughter as the horrible mixture poured down my back and pooled in my lab before running down my legs and finally settling at the bottom of my feet.
The whole of my body became stiff as a board as the last few ounces of slop, dripped down upon my head. The mess was starting to roll down my back, and by a odd and wicked chance of fate it was starting to soak into my panties, bringing my discomfort to a whole new level.
“Wow, what an amazing sport!” The young witch called out as she pointed to me. “Lets give her a round of applause.” She said grinning from ear to ear as she walked over and booth and with one quick flick of the wrist, she unlocked the plastic door.
Releasing a long held breath, I forced myself to raise up from the seat of the stool. Still blushing, I took a few baby steps out of the booth. Quickly I turned upon my heel and offered the crowed a little wave. The responded to my kind jester by shouting there approval. And so with there shouts of approval, ringing in my ears, I step off the stage. And into the pages of Village History.