Halloween Party

Many years ago in a faraway land called The Bronx, there lived a little girl named Michelle. Her mom affectionately called her Shell.

When Shell was walking to school on a cool autumn day, She heard a mournful cry. She looked around and saw no one. Shell heard the same sound again; Then gazed down at the grass and noticed a faerie.Shell bent down. There a pretty faerie had one of her wings caught in a fallen tree branch.Shell carefully released the faeries’ wing. The school bell rang.
“I’m Kira. I like to repay you for helping me. I am having a Halloween party and I like to invite you." said the pretty faerie.
"I'm Shell. I must go now before I'm late for school. I love to go to your party". Though Shell was a grown girl of eight years old she still believed in Faeries, Santa Claus and all those things of childish delights.

The week before Halloween, Shell found a bottle of faerie dust on her bed that had miraculously appeared one morning. A small note attached to it read: .Miss Shell is invited to the Halloween Party of Kira at noon. Blow a bit of faerie dust on you then you'll be magically brought to the party.

So it was on the first Halloween party that Shell went to be rewarded for her kindness from Kira. You have now guessed I am the same Shell now all grown up. Every year right before Halloween, I always get my bottle of faerie dust on my bed. Faerie magic is quite remarkable! Though I am an adult, my friends have remained unchanged. I still go dressed in my favorite costume of a Gypsy. Today is our Halloween Party. So come with me now.

I walk past three blocks of buildings. I ramble on the path near the highway. Till I see Pelham Bay Park. Once I walk past the small grove of trees, I make a left turn at the old wagon still there.


I walk till I hear the music. Can you hear it? It is so beautiful. Every year it changes. This year I hear flutes,guitars and tambourines harmoniously blended. Oh,look there is Miss Kitty. She is quite proper and will scold me for not wearing my gloves. I tell her all the time gypsies rarely use white gloves. She never listens to me.
“Hi Miss Kitty!!”

“Miss Shell. They are all waiting for you. You have forgotten your gloves again. Naughty girl.”
‘I’m sorry Miss Kitty, I’ll remember next time.”
“Yes, Yes, well come along lazy-bones.”

When I come to the party I can hear the animals talk. Because well we do talk, as Miss Kitty says, it’s humans who can’t hear us properly.

“Hi Shell. We are bringing Kira's special cake so she can make a wish on ”Chimed Thomas and Jane in unison.



I wave to Thomas and Jane, the country mice and Miss Pink, a faerie watch dog, as they quickly passed me. Miss Jane is an expert cake maker. She makes all the cakes for the local faeries. Miss Pink , whose real name is Gertrude, prefers to be called Miss Pink for her love of the color. Her job is to protect the local faeries from any troublesome outsiders.

“Wait, Wait, I’m coming. I just need to put on my hat to make sure it doesn’t fly away.”

I hear the sweet voice of Miss RoseSkyLilac. She is one of the faeries that delights in making babies laugh and smile when they become sad. She is always arrives just in the nick of time.

I make it to the party as Kira is about to make a wish on Her Happy Birthday Halloween Cake. Though Faeries don’t need wishes as much as we do, she still makes a wish. I suspect the wish is for me. I always have a week or two of extraordinary good luck after the party. Miss Kitty, Thomas, Jane, RoseSkyLilac and I all surround Kira. She looks so beautiful in her new silver dress.



Kira’s makes her wish on her cake. Since you are my friends as well, there is enough food for all. Besides our Happy Birthday Halloween Cake, there are many delicious treats for you to eat. Please help yourself to as much as you like.

Once our bellies are full, we are going to tell ghost stories.It is Miss Kitty who tells the best stories. She has the special gift ,that all cats share, the vision to see ghosts clearly. So cats always have the best tales to share she always boasts.

I hope you’ll stay for the ghost stories. I know you have so many other delightful Halloween parties to go. So I won’t keep you. Thank you for coming by and sharing this day with me and my friends.