Hollows Eve Magic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: The House of Imagination

Featured Review on this writing by LE. Berry

Anything can happen on Hollows Eve, even magic

“Grandma is here!” Sara, a cute eight-year-old girl in fairy costume shouted when she heard a car pulling into the driveway.

“Grandma you came!” Sara hugged her grandmother as soon as she stepped through the door.

The old lady hugged the little girl. “I wouldn’t miss trick or treat with you for the whole world.”

Sara pulled back and examined her grandma’s outfit. “Grandma, you always dress as a witch every Halloween. Why don’t you put on a different costume?”

“Because I’m a witch,” her grandma replied with a wink and shot a mischievous smile at her daughter who stood by the stove.

Mandy shooed her little fairy out of the kitchen. “Sara, go put on your sparkly shoes while I talk to your grandma,” and then she turned to her mother. “Mom, I have three this year. The first one is a bad man who lives at 21 Mayberry Street. He’s been beating his wife and daughter in his drunken rages for months and the poor woman is afraid to leave him because he threatened to kill her and the little girl if she ever leaves.”

“Got it,” the old lady nodded with a serious expression on her wrinkled face.

Mandy continued, “The next one is the shifty lawyer at 13 Viola Street. She twists and turns the law and uses dirty tricks to defend her clients. A rich child molester is free because of her. They both deserve punishment. My heart goes out to that little girl. She’s Sarah’s age and…” Mandy shivered. “I can’t even… He must be stopped, mom! He lives at 52 Madison Street in the big mansion.”

“Indeed, they do deserve to be punished,” her mother exclaimed and put on a bright smile as she heard Sara running down the stairs. Are you ready, pumpkin?”

“Let’s go, Grandma,” Sarah grabbed the old lady’s hand and pulled her toward the front door. “We don’t want to miss the best candy!”


The next day as the woman opened the front door at 21 Mayberry Street, she wondered where her no-good husband could be. She covered her bruised face and winced in pain. He didn’t come home last night. She thought feeling worried. Probably he drank too much and sleeping it off somewhere. I hope he’ll be sober by the time he gets home; he doesn’t get too angry with me when he’s sober.

She picked up the newspaper and as she straightened up, she spotted a large, rotten pumpkin on the bottom step. “This one is rotten already,” she mumbled. She picked up the heavy pumpkin and carried it to the compost box in the back.

A weak, angry voice shouted from the pumpkin, “Put me down, you stupid woman! It’s me, don’t you see? I’m gonna kill you, I will!”

But the woman didn’t hear the voice and as the pumpkin hit the pile of rotting vegetables in the box, it exploded into hundreds of little pieces. She filed a missing person’s report two days later, but she and her daughter didn’t miss him, at all. Deep down she hoped that he would never be found.


The lawyer who lived at 13 Viola Street had a court case the next day. She had everything prepared to confuse the jurors, but the first words came out her mouth was, “My client is guilty as hell.”

She stood there feeling horrified as everyone in the courtroom cheered. From that moment on, the woman couldn’t tell a lie. She lost all her clients, and nobody would hire her again.


The pervert at 52 Madison Street had an awful Halloween night. He kept hearing the cries of the child’s mother in his mind. The words she shouted at him when the not guilty verdict was announced, cut into his brain like a sharp knife over and over. You deserve to rot in hell for what you did! You deserve to rot in hell for what you did!

 He heard the same words in his mind, day, and night. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, and couldn’t find a minute of peace. Days later he drove his Mercedes into a large tree at high speed. Did he finally find peace in death? Who knows? Just like in prison, maybe even the hardest criminals in hell hate child molesters.


A few days later Grandma stopped for a short visit. “Is everything okay?” she asked her daughter.

“Mom, everything is as it should be,” Mandy said, smiling.

“You know, I’m getting too old for trick or treating. It’s time for you to continue the family’s Hollows Eve Magic tradition,” the old lady announced handing her gnarly wand to her daughter. “Next year you go with Sara, and I’ll stay home to hand out the candy.”

© Erika M Szabo


Submitted: October 01, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Erika M Szabo. All rights reserved.

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LE. Berry

Fun and dark, not an easy combination but you captured it Erika. Really well done.

Fri, October 1st, 2021 8:14pm


A delightful, if sometimes dark, Halloween story.

Fri, October 1st, 2021 10:24pm

Cindy J. Smith

I love this story! What an amazing twist at the end! Evil getting its proper punishment is always a plus in my book. The nice flow and original concept make this a fun read.

Sat, October 2nd, 2021 11:36am

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