The Spirits I Met
I live on a hill. It’s too steep for people to want to trick or treat on it. The last children to trick or treat were 4 years ago when the last kids on the street started going to friends houses instead of walking in our sleepy little street where the only interesting thing is the witch who goes into the yard on some nights to garden.
Just in case, I turn off the lights, stand a broom upright at the back door to repel unwanted guests and keep the jackolantern hidden so it does it’s jobs but doesn’t indicate I’m home.
Even with the history, and the unwelcoming appearance, there was a knock on the door. Unprepared, I looked around and my eyes settled on my mantle.
2 small pumpkins, no candy in the house. I blessed them with safe travels and peace and opened the door, hoping it would be enough.
What I can only assume was a little boy and a little girl in nondescript costumes, head to toe in moss, the other lost in folds and folds of fabric. “Trick or treat!”
I didn’t turn on the light, I said “Happy Halloween little ones, have a good night.” And gave them the pumpkins. They looked to each other and then back to me. They said “Pumpkins!” Tilted their costumes heads back so I could see a slight flash of a teeth, a smile...the only recognizable feature they’d presented.
I closed the door and lit another candle. My partner called from the kitchen telling me to just not open the door. But he didn’t realize everything I’d done to make sure no one would interrupt, he didn’t see the “children” with no parents on the street. I told him we wouldn’t have any more that night, and I was right.
Be kind my witches, many think the veil is thin for only one night, but it continues. As fall turns to winter people stay in doors. They don’t recognize when spirits wander outside.
Be kind my witches, a raised up or ruin, you don’t know what small act you’ll be judged on.
Safe travels all,
🦇Barberwitch