Night fell on the decrepit cottage.
Darkness clung to the windows.
The old crone arose, ready to begin her day.
Her deeds were not performed by light, but by the dark of night.
The hinge on the old trunk squeaked as she raised the lid.
Lifting the molding frock that had been her wedding dress.
She knew the furry of a woman scorned alright.
Revenge had become her life's goal.
The lid slammed down with a cloud of dust covering the wart on her nose.
The lovely Vanessa with her Fanciful Twist was full of talent, love and hope.
While the old crone had traded happy endings to that of a tortured soul.
A day she despised, full of camaraderie and frivolity.
She stirred the cauldron, cooking her spell, to cast a shadow of
chaos to spoil the mood.
She knew her plan would be defeated once more as parties
and revelry prevailed.
She may as well resign herself to her miserable resolve
and try to cook up some trouble for someone else.
Enjoy your day and we hope you enjoyed our haunted tale!
Twyla and Lindsey
Let's all join Vanessa and the other Party participants
for some spooky fun!