Cadenbury Town Does Halloween (Cadenbury Town #7)

Chapter 29

CHAPTER 29

L aughter really is the perfect medicine. That’s not to say we have fully recovered from the dream, but we’re no longer drowning in sadness.

“You’ve got to give it to the dark witches, that was creative,” Titus says, as we walk towards the outside temple so we can redo the town's protection.

We could probably redo them from home, but the temple is lovely, even on a cold day like today.

“Creative but sucky ,” Nix says.

Is it wrong that I now want to know if I died in anyone’s dream and how? Probably, but I’m going to ask anyway. “Did I die in anyone’s dream?”

“Mine,” Titus says.

“And mine,” Sal says.

“Mine too,” Ebby says.

“And mine,” Justice says.

“Mine as well,” Temp adds.

“Mine too,” Nix says.

I stop and look at them. “They killed me in every dream?” I ask in shock, then smile. “I’m still the bane of their existence.”

Everyone laughs.

“I’ve never seen someone so happy to be the bane of anyone’s existence,” Sly says, shaking his head at me.

“What can I say, it’s fun,” I reply grinning.

Adhan lifts our joined hands and kisses mine laughing at me.

You would think with all of us true witches that the brothers and Alfred would stay home wouldn’t you? Nope, they have all come along with us. I internally shake my head. One day they’ll realise we’re grown adults. Mind you after this morning, I can’t blame them for coming.

“So, how did I die, was it impressive?” I ask.

“Morbid much?” Kean asks.

“What?” I reply. “Enquiring minds want to know.”

“You’re weird,” Nix says to me.

“You’re only figuring this out now?” the love of my life says, booming with laughter.

Everyone except me joins in. That’s not in the least bit funny. I pull my hand out of his hold. Silly wolfman.

I spy Elliot up ahead and leave my ridiculous family and walk towards him.

“Hey Elliot,” I say in greeting, pulling him into a hug.

He pats my back. “Are you all okay?” he asks, pulling back.

“My family is mad, it’s quite sad really,” I say, shaking my head.

“Says the morbid one,” Cam says, as they join us.

Elliot looks at me. “Why are you morbid?”

“The dark witches gave all of us the same nightmare last night. Us in the haunted house dying. I apparently died in everyone’s dream, and I wanted to know how I died,” I tell him.

Elliot laughs. “I think I’d want to know as well. It should be a spectacular death, nothing boring like a stabbing or shooting.”

“Well... it depends on the stabbing. I mean if it was just some thug, that would be disappointing, but if it was Chucky, that wouldn’t be so bad.” I say.

“Well if it helps, the murdering dolls did kill you,” Justice tells me. “They knocked you down, staked you to the attic floor and took turns stabbing you to death.”

I grin. “See now that was an awesome death, no stabbing thugs for me.”

“The dancing clothes smothered your face,” Temp tells me. “And some items were folded on your torso. The folded clothes were really heavy, like stone slabs.”

I smile. “I was pressed to death? I would never have thought of that one,” I grin at Elliot. “See, no boring deaths for me.”

Elliot, well pretty much everyone laughs at me. But I don’t care, if I can turn our nightmare into something fun, then that’s what I’ll do.

“You could add that to the website. Add how everyone was killed and rate the deaths out of ten,” Sly suggests.

“I like the sound of that. Everyone, send me a message with who died and how and I’ll add it to the list so we can all score our demises,” Temp says, grinning, a proper carefree grin.

“Before that though, witchlings, we need to redo the protection around the town,” Molly says, walking over to join us.

“We do,” Titus agrees.

We walk the rest of the way to the outside temple and form a circle, making sure someone is standing on each point.

“Family, let’s all hold hands and start,” I say.

“If I’m holding Ebby’s hand when we use magic, our magic turns grey,” Sly says.

“Is that just with Ebby or any true light witch, Dark One?” Molly asks.

“I don’t actually know. But I just know if Ebby and I use magic when holding hands our magic is grey.”

“Hold my hand and let’s both send a bit of magic out to see,” Titus says, standing next to him.

Sly takes his hand and I watch as they both send magic out. Grey magic.

“So, any true light witch then,” Molly says. “That’s good to know, Dark One.”

“You guys do your circle and send your magic out, I’ll stand back here and send mine out,” Sly says.

So that’s what we do. We hold hands and Titus, Molly, Ebby and Elliot call the quarters and ask for protection from the Lord and Lady, and the Gods and Goddesses and we all send our magic out to protect the town, with Sly’s darker magic overlapping ours.

We sit and eat the food that Kean has brought with him and chat happily amongst ourselves.

“Are you coming to the BBQ Elliot?” Adhan asks him.

“If I can pop in I will, but there are things I need to do,” he replies.

“Wait,” I suddenly say. “Is the Hall of Mirrors broken? Do you want us to come and fix it?”

“Thanks for the offer, but we fixed it last night,” Elliot tells us.

“We’ll come and have another look around tonight, to make sure there is no black magic around your fair,” Sly says.

“Thanks, Sly, and now I must be away. See you all later,” Elliot stands and with a wave walks off in the direction of his car.

“You’re all looking better, witchlings,” Molly says.

“Yeah. It was just a nightmare, and our Ernest is being himself,” Nix says.

“Good. I’m off. Be safe everyone,” and with that, Molly stands and walks away. I watch her leave and see Crow fly down onto her shoulder.

“Let’s go home,” Adhan says, taking my hand and leading everyone back to the manor.