It was a stormy night. The wind was howling and the rain was pouring. Someone was knocking on the door. I felt my heart had skipped a beat. I opened the door gingerly and saw…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hi, my name is Charisse. I had just woken up from my sweet, long nap. In the traditions of our neighbourhood, we told myths about a witch who tells morals to children in a stormy Halloween night. ‘It seems like it’s a perfect chance for the witch tonight,’ I thought. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I saw Amber after I opened the door. She’s my new neighbour who’s about my age and a weird friend. She is a brunette, with crystal-like blue eyes. She wore a gorgeous black dress and a crumpled witch hat, slightly covering her left eyebrow. The reason I said she’s weird was because she always mentioned ‘witchy’ things whenever I talked about witch-related things, like magic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I felt like we can see a witch tonight!” Amber exclaimed. Her hands were shaking. “It’s the very first time I can celebrate Halloween with you!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Plink.’ <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Suddenly, we heard sounds coming from the kitchen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Plink.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We walked on our tip toes, held ‘finger guns’ and paid attention to our surroundings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Plink. Plink. Plink!’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It went louder and louder as we were approaching the ‘crime scene’.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Plink!’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once we arrived at the kitchen, we found out it was actually water dripping from the tap. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
“It’s weird.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“It’s interesting!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Amber and I spoke at the same time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Well, I mean it’s weird,” Amber corrected herself. I had no idea why she did that though. Then, there was something lurking in the shadows. It moved fast so we weren’t able to see it, especially in a dark environment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What was it ? Was it a mice? Or was it my Pomeranian, Snowy?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Amber turned on the lights and we saw a Bombay cat sitting beside the window. It had a silver name plate, carved with the word, ‘Salem’. Shortly afterwards, it got away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat’s name was Salem? The very same spelling of the famous witch trial? Was it a clue left by the witch?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“What did you see, Charisse?” Amber asked me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Nothing, I didn’t manage to see it clearly,” I lied, but somehow I was uncertain about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Oh okay,” Amber acted weirdly. Was she hiding something from me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the following hour, we searched around the house, hoping for a clue of the witch, but nothing was found. So we ended up taking a rest and relaxing on the couch. I once thought of giving up, but when I saw Amber reading seriously, I really didn’t dare to tell her, or at least, not now. All of a sudden, Amber jumped up from the couch. She exclaimed, “I found it! I found a way that can summon the witch! It says that we can have a friendship ceremony. Can you help me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Okay,” I replied. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She gave me a friendship bracelet to wear on my left hand and asked me to close my eyes. After that, she started to chant. I peeked a little and felt sorry for this innocent Amber. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes, life doesn’t give us what we want, no matter how pure the wish is, like praying for a unicorn, or like now, praying for the witch to appear. Then, I had a ridiculous thought: I would be the bad guy to end this dream, for once and for all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Stop it, Amber! It won’t work! There are no witchcrafts or other magics or supernatural stuffs in this world!” I grumbled. There was a moment of silence, then tears began to drop from Amber’s eyes, making me feel guilty for what I had said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Charisse, you’re the worst!” Amber cried. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Knock. Knock.’ I knocked on the bathroom door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Go away!” Amber yelled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Amber, listen, I’m sorry. It’s just… you’re not behaving like yourself.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“What do you mean? I thought you liked witchcrafts.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I don’t really like them, but you shouldn’t really change yourself in order to get others’ acceptance. People may like the real you, but only if you are willing to show it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘So…” Amber dried her tears, “Are we friends?” <\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Yeah, of course, Amber,” I comforted her. She opened the door slowly. I hugged her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Now let’s go and find the witch, even if she doesn’t show up,” I told Amber, but she stopped and said, “I think I know where the witch is.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“What? Where?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Amber pointed at me, ” Remember? Mrs. Svorski mentioned that the witch in the myth tells children morals?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I realised she was talking about me. I couldn’t believe myself. Amber put her witch hat on me, “Now you’re the witchy one here, my friend!” We both laughed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was a stormy night. The wind was howling and the rain was pouring. Someone was knocking on the door. I felt my heart had skipped a beat. I opened the door gingerly and saw...<\/p>