The witches broom was hanging off Nelly and Sammy’s house. Right there for all to see. Their mother had told them it would be there, and she was right. On the morning of October 1st, the witches broom would hang from their house until Halloween. That morning, after breakfast, Nelly, who was seven, and Sammy who was four, slowly peered out of the front door to their house.
“Where is it?” said Nelly. Sammy was clinging to Nelly’s skirt.
“Look to your left,” their mother said from the kitchen. When Nelly turned her head to the left, sure enough, there was the witches broom, magically hanging next to their door.
“Let me see, let me see,” screeched Sammy. Nelly stepped back so Sammy could take a look.
“Wow!” said Sammy.
After school on October 1st, the kids arrived home and saw that the witches broom was still there. While they sat at the kitchen counter having a snack, and Nelly attempting her homework, they asked their mom how the witches broom got there and why it was there.
“When I was a child,” their mother started, “a witches broom used to show up at my house, where I lived with Grandma and Grandpa, every year on October 1st. The witches broom remained at the house until Halloween. The morning after Halloween, the broom was gone. The witch has found me again, and now has found the two of you.”
“But why?” asked Sammy, a little frightened.
“Grandma told me that witches on Halloween need a place to rest their brooms. They are preparing for Halloween night for the whole month of October. Witches pick special people, and then they leave their brooms their during the day.”
“Why did the witch pick you? Or us?” Nelly said, now a little frightened herself.
“Grandma told me it’s because I was a good girl, patiently waiting for Halloween to come every year, and, because I always shared my candy with my brother.”
“What do the witches do at night?” Nelly asked.
“When everyone is asleep, they prepare for Halloween. They make sure pumpkins are ready to be carved, they make sure the night is dark and spooky and they make and cast spells.
“Spells?” Sammy chimed in.
“Yes, spells to turn bad people into good.”
“They can do that,” Nelly gulped.
“Yes, only at this time of year,” their mother said, “They have thirty days.”
Nelly and Sammy looked at the broom every day until Halloween. Some nights they thought they heard the witch getting the broom and flying away, the same way they heard Santa Claus, the Christmas before, land on the roof. On Halloween, Nelly and Sammy trick or treated with their friends making sure they were polite and respectful of this magical eve. They laughed, they shared candy and they thought about the witch. She had made Halloween extra special.
The next morning, on November 1st, after breakfast, Nelly, (who was now seven years old plus 30 days older since the witch had left the broom), and Sammy, (who was now four years old plus 30 days older,) slowly peered out of the front door to their house, and to their amazement, the witches broom had disappeared!
“Mommy,” Sammy yelped, “the broom is gone!”
“Wait,” said Nelly, leaning down into the grass, right under where the witches broom had hung for 30 days, “I found something.”
“What is it?” their mother chimed from the kitchen.
“It’s a tiny little note,” Nelly said, standing up, “It says, “Snickles and doodles, cats and poodles, in 365 days I will be here, so you must be good for another year.”
“Wow,” said their mother from the kitchen.
And then Nelly whispered into Sammy’s ear, so their mother could no hear, “Are you scared?”
And Sammy whispered back, “Yea!” They both smiled and snickered.
And so the witches broom arrived each year, and both kids, Nelly and Sammy, always made sure that they were patient the entire month of October until Halloween came. They made sure they had fun and thought about the witch, and they made sure they shared their candy because the witch had put her spell on them.