Calabella – Part 4

Through the pitch black, stormy night, through howling wind and roaring thunder, the odd black umbrella flew until it reached an old house that was perched high upon a rocky hillside and, folding up its spokes, it swooped down a sooty chimney pot, re-emerging from a marble fire place in the living room of that old house, then standing up upon its ivory handle and opening itself up wide again it pirouetted round and round in an anti-clockwise direction and, as it spun; it started to grow
and transform into an old woman in a long black silk gown and a large hoop skirt with a black, lace trimmed, coal scuttle bonnet on her head.

“Wake up now my little devils. The owl is hooting and the moon is full. It’s time to wake up from your deathly slumber”, she shrieked.

Then, upstairs in the dark attic of that old house, two little black child-sized coffins flipped open their lids with a creak of rusty hinges and, copper pennies falling from off of their eyes, two little monster children popped up, almost like gruesome jack in the boxes; one, a girl in a long black, velvet dress
with long golden ringlets but skin as pale as snow and lips as red as blood that concealed sharp fangs; the other, a boy and an equally pallid creature in a black suit and long, black tailcoat with a tall undertakers top hat upon his curly blonde head; his grinning mouth full of sharp, crooked teeth and his eyes full of dark mischief.

“I’m awake now mother dear”, said the monstrous girl yawning and curtseying.

“I’m awake too”, said the monstrous boy, rubbing his eyes before raising his top hat and taking a bow.

Then, down the bannister of a winding spiral staircase they both slid, landing upon their feet infront of their monster mother.

“Are you ready to do wickedness, my children”, she asked them with a gleeful, ghoulish grin upon
her thin and corpse like face.

“Yes mother dear”, they both said, nodding with equally sharp and gruesome grins and then, all three spinning round in an anti-clockwise direction became black umbrellas and, folding themselves, flew like rockets up the old chimney and out into the night.