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The Mystery of the Witch\u2019s Broomstick (October 1975)<\/span><\/div>\n

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One dark and scary night, in the tomb of the Ghastly Goblin, a party was going on. Everybody was invited, except the old witch who lived in Franklin\u2019s castle, which had, on one side, a graveyard, and on the other side, a lake. The name of the lake was unknown, but most of the ghosts called it \u201cThe Lake of the Giant Spiders\u201d. Some say that the spiders are to protect the witch\u2019s secret. The witch\u2019s name was Moda Sara.<\/span><\/p>\n

After the party, the hosts and goblins were in the house. They heard all sorts of screams and groans. Some were frightened because they thought the witch would fix a potion and destroy them, but they all decided to investigate anyway.<\/span><\/p>\n

They came to a door, and suddenly they heard a long shrill scream from behind them. A ghost had been destroyed, and they were scared even worse when they saw that a bat had turned into a vampire. All of a sudden, a hoard of monsters appeared. They had a dinner of ghosts that night.<\/span><\/p>\n

The nest night was a storm night, and the witch was fixing soup for her broom. When the soup was ready, the witch commanded the broom to eat. The broom coughed and choked, but presently he began to eat. The witch was pleased, for the following night she was going to go looking around for the Goblin who Got Away. She looked and looked but could not find him, so she returned to the castle. She was very angry.<\/span><\/p>\n

The next stormy, cloudy night was Hallowe\u2019en. A bunch of kids named Larry, Terry, Harry, Kerry and Gary, went Trick-or-Treating. They got lost, and were looking for a place to sleep. They came to the castle, and all of them went inside. The door closed. The lights went out. Strange sounds were coming from the paintings! The kids were almost petrified with fear. They ran for the door, but it was locked. They all fainted.<\/span><\/p>\n

When they woke up, they were all standing in the middle of the floor. Now they were not so scared, because they did not remember a thing. In fact, they did not even remember how they had got there! They went all through the castle, and Kerry whimpered \u201cI\u2019m scared\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n

They went into a room where a disgusting, ugly mess of a witch was awaiting. \u201cGood evening, my little fried turkeys\u201d said Moda Sara. \u201cWould you like to join me for <\/span>dinner<\/span>?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNnn-nnn-nooo thanks!\u201d They ran and ran until they found themselves crashing through a window. They were free!! <\/span><\/p>\n

Moda Sara was so mad, her face turned from gruesome green to red-apple red! She thought of going after them, but wait! Her broom was gone! Somebody had stolen her broom!! Now her face was so red, she fell over. When she got up, her face had turned to gruesome green again. Then she started to wonder who would have, who could have, and who should have, stolen her broom – her OWN, PERSONAL, broom!!<\/span><\/p>\n

She said to herself \u201cI bet it was the Goblin! I\u2019ll get that skunk even if I have to get near him – whoooooaaa – hoooo – whoooooaa – hoooachhahaha!! It\u2019s Hallowe\u2019en, and here U am, standing in the middle of the floor, not knowing what to do\u201d. There was a tapping at the door. \u201cI wonder who THAT could be\u201d. \u201cWHO is it?\u201d she said, in a chilling voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s the Queen witch\u201d was the answer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d said Moda Sara.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI came to bring back your broom – I lost mine, so I borrowed yours – I hope you are not mad with ME\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh NO, I\u2019m not mad at all\u201d said Moda Sara in a horrid voice. \u201cPlease come in\u201d, she said, holding in one hand a potion, and in the other an axe. \u201cHow was the party?\u201d She asked kindly.<\/span><\/p>\n

When the Queen witch walked in, Moda Sara chopped off her head, and then threw the potion all over her, and accidentally splashed some of the potion on her own broom. The broom disintegrated immediately, until there was nothing left. As for the Queen witch, there was nothing left of HER except a small piece of black cloth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Moda Sara was so sad because she killed her own broom. She felt so bad that she started to shake, and carelessly dropped some of the potion on herself.<\/span><\/p>\n

The mystery was solved, but the Goblin and the kids, Larry, Kerry, Harry, and Terry and little Gary, would never go back to the castle ever again, nor would they know what happened to the witch.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n


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