A Spooky Tail on All Hallows' Eve
It had been a frosty day; the air rather piquant with a fresh, zingy taste. We'd just finished decorating the bunker in the most spooktacular fashion, and even if I do say so myself, it looked as scary as the scariest place mew could effur imagine. White glistening cobwebs hung in thick swaths covering the walls and ceilings, bats dangled on invisible bungy cords, and there were pumpkins galore were effurywhere.
The Control Room had been transformed into the Halloween Hub, and all the pawty games were in place as an eerie bell tolled and a gruff voice announced:
'Get the pawty started!'
Smooch, Amber and I all had the same idea and were dressed as witches and warlocks. [note to self, I need a new costume for next year]
Mid all this hysterical laughter the lights suddenly went out, and we were plunged into darkness. The inky pitch-black of a total power failure.
"Don't wurry," I laughed. "The back-up generator will kick-in in a couple of seconds!"
Time ticked by, and we were all still sat in the dark.
"Basil?" Smooch said bumping into me, then forcing another drink into my paw. "Why's the genny not wurking?"
"Ssssssshhhhh," Parsley hissed as we all giggled, too much nip and who-knows-what will do that to mew. "Do mew hear that?" he asked.
"Hear what?" Posie said as she tripped offur her bandages and landed with an ungainly thwump on the floor.
Scratch... scratch... scratch...
We all paused, listened and then laughed and laughed and laughed.
Scritch... scritch... scritch...
"It's getting closer," Parsley said, sounding much sober than he had five seconds ago.
Scratch... scratch... scratch...
We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.
"DUDES!" Parsley said tersely; obviously, he hadn't had as much cauldron nip as the rest of us. "Something is coming down the corridor!"
Scrape... scratch... scritch... scrape... scratch... scritch...
We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.
I suddenly heard a sickeningly soft hiss, and it made my fur bristle in all kinds of disturbing ways, or maybe that was the cauldron nip, at this point I couldn't be sure for sure.
"Guys, was that one of mew?" I asked as my highly honed senses suddenly burst into life and began to eke out in the darkness. "Do mew smell that? It's rank, fetid and has a rather old dead odour..."
Amber took huge offence to this and said rather snappishly. "No, I haven't been eating eggs again!"
"No, not mew," I said.
Scrape... scratch... scritch... scrape... scratch... scritch...
"Basil," Humphrey whispered in my ear, his cold breath making my ear-fur tremble and I nearly screamed. Only just managing to swallow down my shriek Humphrey continued. "I'll go check, I've got my night vision goggles on plus I'm invisible, stay here dude."
"Great idea," I said, pushing him towards to door.
I could feel my fur-sibs draw closer towards me, and Smooch whispered. "Do mew guys have any weapons?"
I heard the distinct clicks of several safety's being slid off in the dark, and heard the collective reply of. "Of course we've got weapons!"
There was a light tap on my shoulder, and Humphrey hissed. "Basil, dude... I don't know how to say this..."
"Say what?" I asked with much trepidation, feeling the sudden pump of adrenaline flood through my body like an icy-wave crashing on the beach.
"There's a zombie cat in the bunker, and it's lurching this way!" Humphrey gulped.
**And Cut**
Happy Meowoleen guys, enjoy the Trick or Treating if mew're able to participate this year ~ be safe out there ~ sadly our little county, Nottinghamshire got locked down yesterday for the next few weeks due to covid-19.
Supurr spooky purrs
Wing Commander and The B Team xx
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