Short Story: Monsters and Miracles

“I’m expecting you to bring back lots of candy,” the mother said.

The girl who wore the witch’s costume didn’t say anything back. She just picked up her bag and her orange cat, walked out of her apartment door, and sat on the steps where the mother couldn’t see her. She started to shake like she never had a skeleton.

Unfortunately, Mom walked out of the door and saw the girl. She sat right next to her daughter.

“Remember, this is one of the best times to go outside your room. You can relax all you want when you’re home,” the mother said.

The daughter replied, “It’s not that, remember? Didn’t I tell you that a billion times?”

“I know! I know! Just remember this one last thing: ‘Whenever there is a monster, there is a miracle,’” the mother quoted. “And now it is time to face that monster.”

Mom hugged the girl as she hugged back—as the cat waited on the sidewalk to remind them that it was time to go. Eventually, the girl and the cat walked out into the night as the mother waved back wishing them the best of luck.

“Trick or treat!” the witch and the cat said (or at least the cat tried to say) to their neighbor.

“Wow! Nice costumes!” the neighbor said as he dumped some chocolate into the witch’s bag. “Be careful, they are out tonight.”

Wearing a fake smile, the witch replied: “I know, and I will be careful—just like every year. Thank you.” And they left to visit the next house.

As they walked, the girl noticed that her cat had a disgusted, yet scared look. “Sure can be annoying to be careful of the same things every single year, right?” The girl told the cat. “It’s always better inside, after all. But why does Mum want me to be killed?”

Her cat tried to shrug using paws but instead tripped and fell.

“Are you okay?” she asked, but before she could help, someone else picked the cat up first. His red eyes appeared to be too realistic to be in a costume. His long white hair suggested that he was no ordinary person. He also had a suit that was covered in countless stains.

The witch’s feet shook so hard that she tripped just like her cat.

The vampire spoke familiarly: “Trade offer! I receive your blood. You receive your cat.”

Her heartbeat bumped faster. She got to her feet and turned around—to find someone behind her.

This someone has razor-sharp teeth, shorts with no shirt, and was surrounded by brown fur on his skin. Despite having the shape of a human, he appeared to be crawling on his arms and legs.

“Can you please give me back my cat?” The girl demanded the two teenagers, despite her fear.

Scared inside, the vampire said “Sure,” and handed the cat back to the girl.

“Now can you please leave me alone?” the girl asked.

“Nope.” the mummy said as he walked out of the shadows, and ate all of the girl’s candy in one bite.

“WAHHHHH!” both the girl and the cat screamed at the same time.

No one (including the vampire and the wolf) can see the mummy’s body nor his skin; it was all covered in the whitest of clothes. The bright, blue eye on its face was all one could see of the haunting creature.

The witch calmed down, forced herself to back away from them, and asked them “Why?”

The trio of monsters tried to contain their laughter, however, their chuckling burst out into loud laughter. But no one in the city heard the evil the girl and her cat were under. The monsters calmed their laughter and responded at the same time: “Because it’s fun.”

With a snap of the vampire’s fingers, he sent a dense fog that blinded the girl’s and the cat’s vision. The both of them can’t see where the boys had gone off to. She and her cat kept on breathing for air like they were drowning underwater. Instead, they were drowning in the strongest and the most effective kind of fear: the fear of the unknown.

A pair of white hands appeared through the fog as they grabbed the cat. The monster’s new pet tried to get out by scratching and biting, but the hands kept on grasping the cat’s body.

The cat’s real owner noticed what happened, gasped, and ran into the fog to bring back her beloved best friend.

The fog prevented her from seeing where the hands went, and she bumped into old trees and rusty graves because of it. To her surprise, there seemed to be no buildings around.

She couldn’t keep on walking with no idea where the cat went. Until she heard her cat’s loud and sad meowing. Once she did, she dashed over to where the sound came from. Moving closer and closer towards her cat, she wanted to hug the figure so badly that she didn’t notice the cat’s scratches and marks. Nor was she aware of the whip coming down towards her.

When she hugged her beloved friend, the whip smashed the girl’s back instead of her cat.

Now she also had scratches and marks on her skin. She felt the pain riveting through her body. From the back to the brain; the pain echoed through her whole body.

The fog laughed back at them in a single voice. The witch looked at her friend and thought of how enough was enough.

The girl got up and screamed through the pain and monsters: “You sons of witches want my best friend?! Then you’ll need to get through me first!”

Three large pieces of angelic light shined through the fog. They each got brighter until they blinded the girl’s and the cat’s sight.

When the light faded away, the friends looked to find the miracles: no fog, no wounds, no monsters, a bag of candy, Mom, lofi hip-hop, and their home.

— Billy Wikol