After getting our two kids settled into their beds in their bedroom, later in the night, Russell and I didn't know what to think about them. "They're going to be okay, my love," Russell said, hugging me, and kissing my forehead, sweetly.
I hoped he was right. But somehow, I wasn't in the mood to believe him. "They're wearing me out, dear," I said, honestly. "What are we going to do with them, if this keeps happening to us?" I asked, worriedly. I don't think my husband was paying attention to me. He kept looking at our children and seeing how they were disturbed in their coma.
We both gasped and watched them start to float under their covers on their beds in the air. Wind blew in from their open bedroom window. Letting in cold fog air, as it swirled around us, in the room. Suddenly, a little ball of sparkling light entered through the foggy bedroom window.
A ghostlike woman appeared before in my children's foggy bedroom. She had glittering, sparkling fairy-like wings on her back, and wore a silky pale-blue dress and wore a golden crown on her head. She was smiling and laughing at us. Like she was somebody we should be friends with.
"Who-who are you, miss?" my husband asked, nervously. Not taking her eyes off our two floating children in the beds, under their covers, the fairy godmother wasn't interested in my husband or myself.
"You need my help, I see, Emma and Russell Changeling," the fairy godmother said, laughing. It was obvious she was right. "I came in time just before your children started to change," she said, smiling and laughing at my two floating and sleeping kids in their two separate beds.
Russell wrapped an arm around me in a tight bear hug. "What's happening to them? Tell us who you are? Are you someone we should trust?" Russell asked, not taking his eyes off the friendly spirit.
The fairy godmother waved her wand at Mark and Valentino's head. As they continued floating in the air, under their covers on their beds, the friendly fairy godmother turned to our attention. "Everything is going just the way it's supposed to be," she said. "I'm their fairy godmother who grants children's wishes come true. Whatever they want or need, I can give them anything their heart desires. When your children wake up on Halloween at midnight, they won't remember anything. They will be like nothing ever happened. Do you believe you can trust me that I won't let your kids get hurt after they go through their monster personality change on Halloween?" she asked us, politely.
"Why is this happening to my children?" I asked, uncertainly. "They weren't raised in an animal barn. I will do whatever it takes to get my two kids back to normal. What do I have to do, fairy godmother?" I asked her.
Smiling, the fairy godmother laughed and waved her magic, glowing wand in the air. Making magic pixie dust come out of it. "Your children must see their dead granny in the graveyard on Halloween at midnight. Only their ghost granny has the antidote to keep them from becoming undead monsters to walk the earth, permanently," she answered.
"How is this possible, fairy godmother?" Russell asked, suddenly interested. "Normal humans can't see the dead. It will make us go blind if we see the dead who are not meant to be alive anymore," Russell said.
"Their granny is no ordinary ghost, folks," the fairy godmother said. "She has been fighting to keep the secret to eternal life to herself, since she was a little girl herself. If we can get your kids to the graveyard before midnight on Halloween, their granny will keep them safe and well-protected from undead creatures of the night for the rest of their lives," she said.
It was beginning to make sense to me. "How can my mom keep something like this a secret from us? She never mentioned anything could happen to us, even when she was alive with us," I said, hoping to make sense.
"Because there are dark supernatural forces keeping her from exposing the secrets of everlasting life to the ghostly reaper who is doing everything in his power to keep your kids from having a normal life," the fairy godmother said.
My heart sank. I didn't know how to respond, the two monster kids stopped floating. Their eyes still closed, they had their arms outstretched, like this were in a deep sleepwalking trance. We watched helplessly as they both climbed out of their bedroom window. And disappeared into the foggy night.
Not knowing where our two children were wandering off to, Russell and I went to their bedroom window and tried to stop them. But no matter how loud we tried calling after them, the two kids ignored us.
Looking out the window, at our front yard in the foggy, stormy night, we saw the kids weren't alone. There was somebody else standing in the driveway. It was covered in a black cloak with a hood over its head.
Staggering toward the skeleton-like creature in the driveway, Mark and Valentino, continued to float toward the mysterious figure before them. "Come with me, children," the ghost-like reaper, carrying a long, sharp-pointed scythe in his hand, hissed. His face hidden in shadows of the hood of the black cloak he wore, but we could see his eyes glowing bright, evilly red.
Making us look away from the window, there was nothing Russell and I could do but let the grim reaper kidnap our two children against their will. There was a flash of lightning from the thunderstorm. Thunder boomed. And we turned to look back out the bedroom window. There was no trace of our missing children or the creepy, grim reaper.
"We can't just sit around here all day, doing nothing, Russell!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I grabbed hold of Russell by his plaid cotton shirt and wrestled with him. But Russell stopped me from fighting with him.
"Calm down, honey," Russell said, soothingly. "We're all just having some kind of bad dream," he continued. "None of this is real. I'm sure how kids just went to the park to skate or hang out at the mall with their friends. You know nothing bad is going to happen to them," Russell said.
I couldn't believe Russell was pretending nothing serious had happened to our children. I walked and turned away from my husband. I pushed and shoved the confused and grumpy fairy godmother aside. I quickly poked my head out of my children's bedroom window, and screamed a rage of fury into the stormy, foggy night.
There was no way I was going to let our kids get kidnapped by a creep. Nothing I could do to protect them, now. The fairy godmother was acting like nothing was wrong. I turned and watched her jump on my son's two bed mattresses. Hoping and fluttering to the other side of the room, using her wings.
"I don't think you two proud parents have anything to worry about," the fairy godmother said, happily. Jumping and flying in the air on either side of the room. "If you don't believe me, I will let each of you have one wish each to make everything get better," she said. The fairy godmother landed in the middle of the bedroom, and she leaped off Valentino's bed on his side of the room.
I didn't know what to think. I turned to look at my husband. "Do you want to do this, babe?" I asked, Russell. "What could it hurt?" I asked, suspiciously. I heard the fairy godmother snap his fingers, and made a small brown, round table appear in the middle of my son's bed. She snapped her fingers again. Then, made a glowing, crystal ball appear in the center of the brown wooden table, covered in white, cotton cloth.
Russell and I shrugged and turned to watch as the fairy godmother was fluttering her wings in the air. She was hovering above the table, with her hands waving around the glowing, crystal ball on the wooden, brown table in the middle of the bedroom.
"I'm seeing something I shouldn't," the fairy godmother said. Looking into the crystal ball, the table started to float in the air, too. Russell and I turned to look at each other. We grabbed each other by the hand.
"I see your two kids being led into the graveyard against their will by the mysterious grim reaper," she continued. "It seems the tombs in the graves are moving. Like I see it's as if the dead are trying to crawl out of their graves. I've never seen anything like this. Your two kids are so scared and helpless. The grim reaper has them handcuffed and dragging them to a mausoleum by a rope tied to their handcuffs," said the fairy godmother.
I don't think this could get worse. "How do we get the ghosts to stay asleep?" I asked the fairy godmother. She wasn't listening to me. Her eyes were glowing hauntingly white. "Tell us what we have to do," I said, urgently.
Suddenly, the fairy godmother was humming now. Waving her hands with her long purple and pink-painted fingernails over the glowing crystal ball. "You have to die to be with your children again," she said. Then, the fairy godmother belted out loud, crude laughter.