Folksburywoods Story Blog

When was it built, or by whom, no one can say. The house on Ravenwood Lane has always been there.

If you find yourself walking past it on a moonlit night, you’ll surely see one of its inhabitants, the black cat.

With crystal blue eyes, the cat stares down from its perch, giving you the feeling that you are not welcome, so move along.

Whether day or night, no one goes in or comes out, leaving many to wonder if the home is empty except for the cat.

I once heard music from the upper floor, but others say it was just the wind whistling through the trees.

A friend of a friend once said she saw a figure standing behind the cat on a foggy morning in November, but no one has seen them again.

The house on Ravenwood Lane always seems a little spooky, but as Miss Granger, my teacher, says, “What else would one expect from the house of a witch?”

Perhaps this Halloween, I shall open the gate, knock on the door, and boldly proclaim, “Treat or Treat, Smell My Feet; Give Me Something Good To Eat.”

Then again, maybe I’ll pass it by if the black cat sits in the window. I wouldn’t want to disturb its slumber on a night like Halloween.