Nursery Crimes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Inspired by 'Boys and girls come out to play'.

Chapter 11 (v.1) - The Faerie Moon

Submitted: April 09, 2018

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Boys and girls come out to play,

The moon doth shine as bright as day.

Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,

And join your playfellows in the street.

Come with a whoop, and come with a call,

Come with a good will or not at all.

Up the ladder and down the wall,

A half-penny loaf will serve us all.

You find milk, and I’ll find flour,

And we’ll have pudding in half an hour.

 

The Faerie Moon.

It is the early hours of the morning, between one and two. The town is in silence, everyone asleep. Even the dogs are quiet. Hush....and listen. There’s nothing to hear, not even the distant hoot of an owl.

Darkness, but then the clouds part and the moon shines through, giving a silvery glow to the streets, the roofs, the gardens. It looks really magical. A flicker, a flash, then more and more. The faerie folk have come calling.

How they can tell is a mystery, yet they know the windows that belong to the rooms of the children. They swoop and glide and go tap, tap, tap. From one window to another they go, raising the children from their slumber, breaking in to their innocent dreams with the promise of real magic.

“Come along! Come along!” they call. “But don’t make a sound. Come and play with your friends. No adults allowed. Come quickly, come swiftly and we’ll have a feast.”

Still half asleep, the children make their way through their windows; climbing down trees, sliding down gutters, some creeping down the stairs and out of the doors. None make enough noise to disturb their parents’ sleep.

And there in the moonlight is a faerie feast. A table that runs the length of the street, piled high with tiny sandwiches, fairy cakes, and fruit like the children have never seen before. Delicate cups with some sweet fizzing mixture, the children drink and eat. There is music and laughter and fun and games. The magic has begun.

And in that moonlit time of night the children are lost, for they have partaken of faerie food; no longer can they stay in the mortal realm but are bound for the land of Faerie. They disappear, one by one, together with the flickering, flashing beings of light. The clouds reform and blot out the moonlight, the magic.

Come sunrise there is no child to be found. The only clue to their whereabouts is one teeny, tiny faerie cup and the mourning begins.


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