Halloween 2010: The Plot Thickens

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Monday, 26 October, 10:15 pm

Overdale East United Frieze Church

Once the resonating cackle abated, Myra plowed on.

"I have chosen a special victim," she said.

"Oh, who?" asked Brenda, excitedly. She and Senga leaned in toward the Priestess Myra.

"Wee Emily," she said, cackling. "I've sent a text message ahead to take the fight out of her. She'll give you no problem, I promise you," said Myra. "You can do what want with the others but I want her alive."

"What are you going to do with her?" asked Senga.

"Poison," responded Myra without missing a beat.

"Poison?" the other two queried together.

"Poison," Myra repeated.

"What are you going to poison her with, sister?" asked Senga. "Convincing her to eat a poisoned apple will not be as easy as Snow White!"  She giggled at her own joke.

"Coffee," said Myra, simply.

"Huh?"

"Coffee will make her sleep," she said.

"How will coffee make her sleep? Isn't working with coffee a bit tenuous?" asked Senga.

"Yes, sister, you are correct. These things must be done delicately or you charm the smell, which ruins everything. Emily will drink anything, especially coffee. Her favorite song is 'Java Jive.'"

Senga squealed. "Oooo...I LOVE that song!"  She began humming it.

"Senga, enough!"

"Sorry, Myra, dear," she said, starting to tap the rhythm of the song on the table with her fingernails.  Presently, Myra stopped the tapping by placing her pale, spindly fingers firmly on Senga's hand.

"I will lure her to Sam n' Ella's Coffeehouse on St. Bunnicula Square. Then Brenda, once Emily's consumed the poison, you will take her to the van on the side of the building in a hessian sack."

"What street is that?" asked Brenda.

"What difference does THAT make?" said Senga. "There's only one side door at Sam n' Ella's. Everyone knows that!". She clucked her tongue loudly. "Honestly, Brenda. We should do a charm to find your brain!"

"I'm only asking," she said, sinking her sharp teeth into a fourth biscuit. "So I know how to carry her."

"You sling her over your shoulder and make for the only side door in the place!"

"Silence!" said Myra, slamming her teacup on the table for emphasis. "The poison smells like it's ready. Follow me."

She got up from the table and went to the stove. Myra lifted the lid, revealing a dark brown substance simmering quietly in a large stock pot.

Brenda leaned over the pot. "Mmm...smells like coffee to me.". She then proceeded to stick her finger into the liquid and was about to put it in her mouth to taste the oily brown fluid when Myra grabbed her wrist. "You fool!" she exclaimed, pulling Brenda's hand away. "One drop of that and you would have been in a coma before you could say 'Ina Mallarky!'"

"Ooooh!" Said Brenda, curiously looking at her finger. She then wiped it on Senga's dress completely unknown to her. She was too busy humming softly, "....A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup...ah!"

Myra replaced the lid. "We will bring Emily back here and perform the ritual," she said, going back to the table, the other two following her. "With the help of this!"

She held up the spade shaped object from the Ouija board. The round pane of lead crystal in it magnified a wart that grew on the side of her nose. It had a single hair growing out of it.

"Oooh...the Eye," said Brenda and Senga together, gazing up at it, adoringly.

"Aye!" said Myra, cackling louder than ever.

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