HALLOW GAMES

The wind promised the storm of the century and Morticia considered tossing the basket of apples in her mad dash through the darkening forest. The branches snagged and ripped as they reached out like fans at a red carpet event. 

Morticia did not remember where the basket landed or if tossing it was a conscious idea or just a reflex in her getaway scheme but she did not stop to consider the contraband. The wrath of a dwarf was legendary not to mention a hive of waist-high demons that would rip flesh from bone with bare hands and teeth. 

It was official that the Snow-white was done for and Morticia had to get out of the blast radius of seven vengeful dwarves before the cordite of her scheme ignited. The creatures of Longwood forest shared the solidarity of silence before the unimaginable happened. Morticia cursed her aging feet for not taking her fast enough and she would prpbably felt better to flap her arms and shoot off into orbit but her bone density obeyed gravity more than her panic.  

Morticia crashed through her front door in her arrival and heard the lock splinter, crack and fail as the bolt shot across the small cottage and landed somewhere across the room. Huge bullets of rain volleyed the forest as the wind swept through the woods with almost a deadly wrath. Morticia flew across the open space and over the table cluttered with viles, guards and crockery. The smashed glass was the least of het worries as she hoped her imvisibility cantation would work and maybe last as long as she hoped. The fate of the forest was up to whatever force of mercy exisited but Morticia had lost the contest before it was ever considered. 

The dusty book was almost ripped when she opened it and inhaled half of the air in the house and then began her rumbling cantation of the cloaking spell. Her voice boomed deep enough to tinckle  the glass and rattle the windows as her body began to disappear from the visble spectrum. 

Morticia held her breath as she backed away into the shadows of the spell. There was something behind her and the stabbing she felt in her buttocks was an erection, not part of tbe furniture. It rumbled a deep mocking chuckle and Morticia fought the urge to scream even as she felt her mind snap with panic. Two thousand lives would not have explained to her how this thing had gotten into her cloaking realm, now nobody could see them and nobody could help her. 

It swiped at her head from the back, the blow caught her on her temple and the last sound Morticia heard before she hit the adjacent wall was the sound of her skull cracking. She hoped on all her demons that the blow would kill her because whatever was next would only make the devil puke.