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Nicolae Titulescu School, Bucharest, Romania

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A Halloween Night

by Mihnea CIOCA, 13 years old,
Nicolae Titulescu School, Bucharest, Romania

It was a dark, cold Halloween night and it was a thick mist. Alexander was walking very fast along the road, because he was scared.

Suddenly, he saw a witch near a car, a very old and ugly one, and he ran faster and faster in the same direction. On the stairs of a house, he saw Devil's head, laughing at him while staring with his big eyes at Alexander's terror.

He was so frightened that he shut his eyes not to see anymore these scaring things - yes, indeed, he had a premonition that walking alone in the night might be like that... He might even be eaten by a huge unknown monster!

He knew that his house was nearby, but he didn't remembered anymore where exactly. Everything seemed lost in that almighty mist... but, no, not everything! He saw a ghost arriving to him and sweeping his face.

With the bravery of desperation, he started fighting with it, while whispering some prayers. The ghost's touch was cold and wet.

Then, somebody, somewhere shouted:

  • Come here, Alexander! You played enough with that bed sheet, bring it with you. I forgot it outside and it's too cold for it to get dry.

Alexander sighed deeply, recognizing his mother's voice. He ran in her arms, telling her what horrible things he had seen on his way.

  • Oh, you little moony boy! laughed his mother. How can you be so coward? Let's go together to see them attentively: that witch is only a puppet, your devil's head is nothing more than a carved pumpkin lantern... and haven't you noticed that the ghost was our sheet? Poor chicken! Tonight is Halloween and all your friends are getting ready for it. Won't you go with them?

 

A Halloween Ride

by Diana MAIERON, 13 years old, Nicolae Titulescu School, Bucharest,

Romania

It was a cool October morning. It rained cats and dogs.

I woke up grandfather, we drank some milk and then grandfather said he

would take me to school.

We went downstairs and... look! Someone was stealing our car. We ran after him in vain, so we called the police. The officer didn't succeed to solve the case, but when I came home from school, the car was there and everybody was happy. What thief in this world could take the car and then bring it back?

This was the question I asked myself, without any answer - and the following days all my family was troubled: wherever we put the car - in the garage, in the parking, at my granny's, even if we looked, someone was borrowing regularly our car, and we found it very strange. Of course the police couldn't believe us.

One night, my grandfather and I decided to catch the thief. We were hidden in some bushes, near the car, waiting excitedly for that moment... My uncle's motorbike was at hand... just in case...

At midnight, we saw something white entering the car, which engine started purring like a good cat. We jumped on the motorbike and followed the thief up to the shore of the lake... to see, for our amazement, how our car was diving into the cold water.

We tried again to call the police, and they searched the lake with their equipment, without finding anything. The police officer got furious and told us not to dare again to call him, because we were making up things.

Very sad and angry, we were walking back home. An old man approached us and wanted to know why so many policemen were there on the shore. Then, we told him all our incredible story. He said he knew what was going on:

  • This happens every year around Halloween. The thief is Sir Edward's ghost. He was a pair and he lived at the end of last century. He loved Ann, a very beautiful lady, who had been promised by her father to a bad duke. She had never loved her husband, she loved Sir Edward, and they used to meet on the shore of the lake every night. As every important man has his spies, finally the duke discovered them and he came with a gun, wanting to kill his wife's lover. When she saw what was her husband's intention, Lady Ann threw herself in the lake, saying that she loved Sir Edward and she couldn't live without him. Before dying, Sir Edward saw this.... and that's why Sir Edward's ghost returns every year at the lake, believing that he could have saved Lady Ann, and longing to see her again for those three minutes allowed by God on Halloween.
  • But what about our car? grandfather asked.
  • Sir Edward had a grey car that night when they died. It was the first car in our county, its colour had been chosen on special command and he was very proud of it. And your car is of the same colour... You know, there have always been certain grey cars missing around Halloween time... Of course Sir Edward believes it's his car.

While the man was telling this to us, we all saw the ghost. While feeling the light breeze of his touch, I think I heard even a whisper:

  • Sorry for taking your car!

I don't know what my grandfather was thinking of, but I started praying for poor Sir Edward, to find his peace.

The night was almost gone, the dawn appeared and we saw the sky opening, and there were Lady Anne and Sir Edward, kissing, like after a very long absence...

Finally they succeeded to meet each other - this time, for ever...

So, we walked slowly home, while the car was waiting for us, as good as

new, but that wasn't the end of our troubles.

Two hours later, our car disappeared again... and we couldn't even go to the police!

This time, there were real car robbers who had stolen it, and, luckily for us, after two days, they were stopped while attempting to cross the border.

 

It was happening on Halloween...
by Diana MAIERON, 13 years old,
Nicolae Titulescu School, Bucharest, Romania

John and I are not only cousins, but also good friends.   As in our town there is a great agitation now, due to the arrival of a great movie, "The Magic Island", we all wanted to see it.

So, John and I decided to buy tickets for Tuesday, but our wonderful plan was ruined by a horrible thing: Aunt Tina's house was robbed.

We have been staying at our aunt's for the whole year, attending school there, due to the fact that our parents had to travel a lot with their jobs.

We were walking down the street one evening, coming from school, and when we got to aunt Tina's house, she was outside, gesticulating and explaining something, nearly crying, and police cars were everywhere. We got scared.

She said a strange man with a white mask came in the house while she was baking a pie for us, and that he stole an ancient pocket watch she had inherited from her grandma. That antique, Swiss, pocket watch, made of gold and precious stones, was worth over $400,000!

The police looked everywhere in the town, but they couldn't find anything.

We couldn't help commenting on our way to school what happened.

An old man heard us. He told us his name was Joyce, and that he was our

aunt's gardener. His grandfather used to be a gardener for aunt Tina's grandmother.

Then, he told us a secret he had heard from his grandfather: Lady Pearl, aunt Tina's grandmother, had been married against her will to Baron Hamilton, but she loved Lord Francis. The gardener, who was married to Lady Pearl's nurse, and his wife were the only persons who knew about her love.

  • First of all, you must promise me, children, that you won't tell anybody what I'm revealing to you. I don't mean only police, but not even to your parents! said old Joyce.

We promised - and the story seemed more interesting than "The Magic Island":

When Baron Hamilton learned about his wife's affair with Lord Francis, he wanted to kill them both, but they got away and hid in a lagoon, near the sea. Then, Lord Francis had a brilliant idea: to draw the Baron's attention on him and to find a way for Lady Pearl to escape. So, he kissed her, and he gave her the precious pocket watch with his coat of arms as a token of their love, telling her that they had to separate and get to the port on different roads, and that at five o'clock in the morning he would be there to meet her and to get aboard together on a ship sailing to Australia.

She believed him and went to the port, while, in reality, Lord Francis was preparing himself to face the jealous baron.

Of course he got killed in that encounter - and Lady Pearl, after finding out what happened with Lord Francis, was almost dead of grief - she was ill for several months. However, when she recovered and thought better, she understood that a woman of her social position couldn't leave her husband even if she hated him, because the scandal would definitely affect all her family.

Besides, if the Baron hadn't found her with Lord Francis, she wasn't involved in any scandal. The Baron, who was addicted to gambling, was interested in her money, so, even if he was rather sure of her infidelity, he never told her anything more about the whole story.

So, she kept her feelings for herself until the day she felt Death close to her... Then, she asked to see her preferred granddaughter, aunt Tina, and she gave her the old pocket watch, but she didn't confess how much she had been crying all her life for the only lost love, how miserable she was feeling knowing that she would never see him again.

The gardener and his wife were always close to her, they understood what was happening with their precious Lady Pearl, and they tried to comfort her with beautiful flowers and with warm smiles, because that was the only thing they could do.

  • That's the story I heard from my grandmother in my youth, because she thought once I was in love with a married woman, told us old Joyce. She also asked me to keep the secret... But I think you will do this, too. Because the strange man who has taken the watch might be Lady Pearl's ghost. I know it's a long, incredible story, but now I'm in a hurry and I can't tell you more. Oh... yes, the legend says that two innocent souls like you can bring peace to these lonely ghosts, separated for too many years and still keeping their love alive. You must go to the lagoon tonight, because it's Halloween and the spirits haunt everywhere, to talk to Lord Francis and to show him the new cemetery where Lady Pearl was buried. This is a way that they could rest together, because he misses her, too...

It was a cold night, rather scary, but we two took courage one from the other and went in the lagoon. Suddenly, we heard a noise behind us. There was really Lord Francis, because he obviously knew we were going to be there.

We felt scared to death when talking to him, but we accompanied him to Lady Pearl's grave.

  • Isn't her husband buried by her side? he asked us.
  • No, he died long time before her, in a mountain storm, while hunting, and his body couldn't be found. Only Lady Pearl and her daughter are buried here.

The cemetery was quite noisy that time, full of ghosts, and we were holding each other's hand, trembling a little bit. Fortunately, all the ghosts around us were peaceful, meeting one other as if they were attending a strange party.

When we found Lady Pearl's grave, according to Old Joyce's description, we saw her  apparition embracing Lord Francis happily. After they kissed, Lady Pearl gave us the watch, telling us that it was a thing reminding her about her dearest Lord Francis, and that she had took it thinking that it might help her to find him again.

  • You deserve to keep it, because we are together now, said Lord

Francis. We are very proud of our great - grandchildren and we thank you very much.

Then, they vanished high in the sky, letting us speechless.

On our road back, John told me:

  • Do you realize what they exactly meant?
  • Not quite... Oh, yes! "We are very proud of OUR great - grandchildren!" It means that our grandmother, Lady Pearl's daughter, was really Lord Francis' child, not the Baron's... And we should tell Old Joyce that our mission was duly completed, we are returning the watch.

We reached home without meeting him, we put back the watch and we sneaked into our beds.

Suddenly, we heard aunt Tina's voice. It was day outside...

  • Children, I have big news for you! We have found the watch! It seems that our neighbour Billy had stolen it while I was in the kitchen and I hadn't see him. Tonight he returned, wanting to steal my jewelry, too, but the three Jones children, who were walking like every year for "trick or treat", recognized him and told me. I called the police, Billy was taken to prison... and I got my watch back.
  • No, we said. We brought your watch back. If you don't believe us, ask old Joyce, your gardener.
  • What gardener, kids? I have never afforded to keep a gardener, I take care of the garden myself.
  • Old Joyce, whose grandfather was Lady Pearl's gardener...
  • Lady Pearl? How do you know my grandmother's name? I've never told anyone about her.
  • We know all the family history, about her and Lord Francis. Old Joyce told us everything.
  • I heard some rumours in the family on this subject, but I don't understand... I know no Old Joyce, and I have had no gardener at all! And everything you two tell me... is a misery! Maybe you dreamed about this story. It was a noisy Halloween night, when anything is possible.
  • Maybe...

What else could we answer? We were convinced that what happened in the lagoon was true, old Joyce was real, and not Billy was the one who had stolen the watch. The jewels, yes, indeed, but about the watch... we knew better!

  • Let's find old Joyce, perhaps we understood wrong that he used to be aunt Tina's gardener! said John.

But when we went to the place where he had told us Lady Pearl's secret, there was nobody around. Just a mist enveloping us... and we heard a whisper:

  • I thank you too, for last night! You were good and brave.

We didn't understand anything more, we didn't know what to believe.

We finally succeeded to go to the cinema on Sunday, five days after our

original plan.

When we came back home we found out from the archives that a man called Old Joyce had died here, in the town, about twenty years ago...