Chapter 06: Getting Too Unreal to Be a Ghost

He screamed again. Looking inside the brown wooden picnic basket, Sandra gasped! There were red fire ants crawling all over their perfectly well made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches! "Who did this?" he asked, closing the lid to the wooden picnic basket.

The little ghost boy stood up. He gazed around the empty, dark graveyard. There was not a soul to be seen in plain sight. "You're not going to get away with this!" he shouted out loud to nobody in particular. 

"Calm down, I'm sure it's nothing to cry about," Sandra promised. "Just be careful next time before you leave perfectly well-made food out," she said. "I wasn't hungry anyway," Sandra continued. The ghost boy angrily took the wooden basket and tossed it at the dead oak tree beside him.

He started getting mad. "It doesn't matter," the ghost boy said. "I'm not in the mood to chase ghosts away from the living, anyway," he said, breathing heavily. He turned to Sandra. "Look, I have to take you back home, okay? It's not safe in the graveyard at night in Supernaturalville," he continued. "We can do this some other time, okay?" he asked, holding out his hand for Sanrda to take.

Sandra felt disappointed. Because she wanted to spend time with the ghost boy here tonight, in the graveyard. Maybe it's not meant to go home, yet. There's something he wanted to do with her in the graveyard. Besides, having a picnic in the gothic graveyard, all to themselves.

"Come with me, Sandra Starbright," the ghost boy said, he grabbed hold of her by his hand. "I want to show you proof ghosts like to come out at night in the graveyard," he said.. Sandra wasn't sure how friendly these ghosts would be. She didn't think it would be a good idea. But the little ghost boy was so mad about his picnic being ruined, he didn't stop giving up.

It felt a little spooky walking through the graveyard late at night. "I'm George Sneaky," he introduced himself, finally to Sandra. They shook hands. The two friends continued walking down the path to the gravesites. The full moon disappeared behind the storm clouds in the sky. 

Looking ahead at the graveyard, George and Sandra both stopped. They turned and saw a couple of cackling witches at a tombstone. Hiding behind a gargoyle statue in the graveyard, George and Sandra tried to remain brave and still. 

 Sandra was beyond afraid of what was happening in Supernaturalville. She put a hand over mouth to stop from breathing heavily. George couldn't stop trembling with fear. He kept his eyes shut tight. It seemed the witches know they aren't alone in the graveyard.

While the two cackling witches seemed interested in a particular tombstone, they stopped cackling almost immediately. "Do you smell that?" one of the redSandra couldn't stop screaming. As the little ghost boy pulled her through her bathroom mirror. She never would have believed there was a whole new world on the other side of her own bathroom mirror! It didn't make any sense. How did she not know about this?

What scared her the most, was having a way back to her real life. Right now, Sandra discovered her bathroom mirror was a portal beyond the world of the dead. It seemed even though it was dark, there was only the glow of the full moon shining in on the graveyard, where the ghost boy was leading Sandra to their picnic on the hill next to an ordinary tree.

"You're going to love it here in Supernaturalville, afterlife," the ghost boy explained. "You will never get bored. And the best part about being a ghost, is to scare the living when they don't suspect us coming at them," he laughed. 

They made it up the grassy hill next to the dead oak tree in the graveyard. There was a brown blanket laid out before them. With two wooden brown picnic baskets on the blanket, for them. Filled with finger sandwiches and potato chips. And a cooler filled with ice and cold soda pop drinks for them to enjoy.

"Do you know what makes ghost chasing so interesting, Sandra?" he asked, taking a seat on the picnic blanket. He handed Sandra a white paper plate next to the picnic basket as she took a seat next to the ghost boy.

Sandra didn't know how to respond. Or what to think about the possibility of a ghost taking over her body? The little ghost boy opened the brown, wooden picnic basket. Looking inside, he gasped. And pulled out a half-eaten golden delicious green apple in the basket.

"Can you believe this, Sandra?" he complained, holding the half-eaten apple out in front of him in the glow of the full moonlight. "Our picnic is ruined!" he cried, tossing the half-eaten golden delicious green apple aside from him.

-haired witches said, to her partner, next to her. They stood on the grave and placed their broomsticks against the tombstone with frustration.

The blonde witch sniffed and looked at her partner's nostrils with curiosity. "I smell something…delicoious!" she said, smiling. "I know they won't know we are here. Unless we hunt them down. And suck out their souls for supper," the blonde witch said, laughing some more.

The two witches laughed and high-fived each other. "I smell two of them, Cookie," said the red-haired witch. "Make sure they can't leave the graveyard. I want them alive. So they won't know we have the power to feed on their life force. And control them to do whatever we want them to do for us," she said.

Cookie the red-haired witch nodded and smiled. She sniffed the night air. "They can't hide forever, Gene," said Cookie. "Spred out. You go left and I'll cover the right side of the graveyard." Cookie said, grabbing hold of her broomstick.

They both took off floating above the sky. Looking around the graveyard for the two kids, Sandra and George, hiding from them behind a statue. When Sandra turned to look up in the sky, Sandra saw the Cookie flying in the opposite direction. 

Grabbing hold of her new friend, George, Sandra and George quickly ducked behind a tombstone. Hearing the rustle of their footprints, on the grass. The two witches flying on their broomstick turned to their attention. 

Gene and Cookie, the two evil witches, slowly started floating above the graveyard. While they passed Sandra and George, behind a tombstone, the two kids ducked behind another tombstone. Keeping low in the shadows, the two witches were getting irritated and losing their patience.

"That's impossible! Why can't we see them!" shouted Cookie, the angry red-haired witch. The moon behind the clouds in the sky, parted from it, slowly. Moonlight shone behind on the tombstone, where Sandra and Cookie were hiding.

"There!" pointed and shouted Gene. Popping out from behind the two tombstones in the graveyard, Sandra and George both stood frozen like statues. Laughing like a wild hyena animal, the two witches flew down toward the graveyard. 

"Run!" George instructed his friend, Sandra. Grabbing George by the hand, Sandra and George ran as fast as they could out of the graveyard. But the two flying witches were faster…Before they could get any further, Gene and Cookie swooped down on their broomsticks. 

And grabbed hold of Sandra and George around their waist. The two witches couldn't be happier. They circled and flew around, above the graveyard on their broomsticks. Until they finally settled where they were last left off.

Holding onto Sandra and George as they gathered around the tombstone, the two witches, Gene and Cookie, were ready to continue their ritual ceremony. Sandra took a bite out of Cookie's warty hand. Screaming in pain, Cookie shouted and shoved Sandra aside.

Sandra collided with Gene, the other witch. And she roughly and rudely pushes Sandra out of the way. "The reason why we're here tonight," Cookie explained. "Is because somebody living in Supernaturalville wants to control everybody into being exposed to their real haunting experience," Cookie said.

Cursed. "We are here to make sure the living and the dead get what they deserve," said Gene. 

"There is a window that leads to the Better Place in Sandra's bathroom mirror," George explained to the witches. "Somehow, Sandra is connected with the ghosts living with her in Supernaturalville. Only she knows I can see and talk to her. There must be a way we can put the ghosts in Better Place to rest. So, I can close the window to Sandra's bathroom mirror," George said, hoping to make sense.

 Then, moonlight showed a path of bright light at a tombstone in front of them. They turned their attention to the empty, freshly dug grave. Suddenly, the two witches pushed and shoved Sandra and Gene into the newly dug grave. This couldn't get any worse! What to do? Laughing while they took a shovel, and started burying the two innocent children to their grave…