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The Phantom of Halloween Night

Chapter Three

Boy, cartoons know how to party! I mean, that was the most fun I’ve ever had! Dancing, music, food; all the things to have a good time. I thought I was dreaming when I danced with some of my favorite cartoons. Okay, here’s how it went. Did you remember watching “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs”? Well, that night reminded me so much of the movie. It all started out when we watched Chowder, Rocko, Flapjack, and Plucky Duck danced on the floor. We clapped and laughed as they moved around. Beetlejuice offered a dance with me, but I refused. Knowing him, he reeks, and who knows what will crawl out of his sleeves. He tried to plea once more, but suddenly; he was pushed aside by a cat, all dressed in red.

“Good friend, Mr. Beetlejuice, but I think she would prefer to dance with somebody who is…sanitary.” He gave a glance to Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice growled and stormed off, mumbling, “Show-off.” The cat smirked and stuck out his hand.

“Excuse me, Madame. Would you care to dance with me?” He asked in a graceful way. I was sitting right next to Gwen as I looked at her. She nudged her head, urging me to go. So, I did. I took the cat’s hand and we danced. For a cat, he’s rather a good dancer. “I didn’t get your name.”

“Huh? Oh, it’s Kiara.” I replied.

“Kiara, how beautiful. I am Cat R. Waul.”

Wait, I remember now. He was the villain off of “An American Tail: Fievel Goes West.” Hang on, he’s a villain. Should I be dancing with a villain?

“Well, what a…neat name.” I quickly replied.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you that you have a marvelous voice.”

“Oh! Well, it’s nothing. Thank you, anyway. And…you’re rather a good dancer.”

“Thank you. So, what’s a fine woman doing here in this…dump?”

I stepped back. “Well, it’s a home that I live in right now until I find my own. So, it’s rather comfy, if you don’t mind.”

He chuckled nervously. “Oh, right. Please forgive me.” Before I could talk back, I was interrupted by a burst of laughter. I turned around to see Wakko on top of his brother, but he was wearing a trench coat. I couldn’t help but laugh as they approached me. I curtsied as Wakko bowed, nearly falling off of Yakko. Thankfully, his brother pulled him up straight. Ignoring Waul, I took Wakko’s offered hand and danced with him.

I couldn’t stop laughing as Yakko tried to keep up with the beat. It was so much fun. However, a couple of times I spotted Waul glaring. I don’t know if it was towards me, or Wakko, but I let it go. It’s his problem, not mine.

Suddenly, Wakko began to wobble. Yakko started making weird noises, like he was about to sneeze. Wakko opened the trench coat.

“Oh, no!” Wakko exclaimed. “He’s about to blow!”

Everyone shrieked as they ducked for cover. I stepped a couple of times, before Gwen grabbed me and hid behind a couch. Yakko started to build up.

“Ah…ah….ah…”

“Hold it, brother!” Wakko covered his ears.

“AAAAAAAAH!!! ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Wakko flew straight up like a rocket. He landed on a wood banister. Everyone else started to laugh hard. Poor Wakko. Thank goodness he’s okay. Gwen began to laugh as well. Everyone did. We later found out that when Wakko was trying to get on top of his brother, he accidentally knocked the pepper off the food table and it got into Yakko’s nose.

Anyway, that’s how cartoons party. I had so much fun with all of them. However, I couldn’t help but to think the look of Waul’s face when he saw me dance with Wakko. It seemed that he didn’t like me dancing with him. Well, I can’t let it bother me. Everyone went back to their homes as we said goodbye. Gwen and Minerva showed me the spare bedroom.

“It’s not much, but I hope it’ll do.” Gwen opened the door. It was small, but seemed cozy. There was a bed, a dresser, and a huge mirror. The mirror caught my attention, however. It was huge! It stood from the ceiling to the floor of the room. “Is this good enough?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, it’s perfect. It kinda reminds me of something.” I replied.

“Really? What do you mean?” Minerva asked.

“It might be just me,” I pondered. “But, this mirror reminds me so much of a play I saw.”

“What was it called?”

“Um, Phantom of the Opera. Sound familiar?”

“Oh, yeah. We’ve seen that play many times.” Gwen smiled. “That mirror is actually a prop for the movie production.”

“You serious?!” I exclaimed. I turned back to look at it. Wow, that is so cool! The mirror from my favorite play is in the room I’m staying. Suddenly, I shuddered. Whoa, what was that all about? It felt like a gust of wind blew past me. But, there’re no windows in this room. Weird. Great, I got a ghost in my room I thought. Well, I just had to say it. “Well, thanks for letting me stay.”

“No prob. I’m in the next room beside you. So, yell if you need anything.” Gwen spoke as she bid me good night. Minerva was about to leave, but I stopped her.

“What is it, darling?” She asked.

“Um, this might be stupid to ask, but what do you know about Cat R. Waul?” I asked.

“You mean the cat that was dancing with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, he’s rather a nice guy…only to pretty ladies.”

“Huh?”

“He’s rather sophisticated and charming, but he’s prideful. He thinks he’s better than anybody else. However, when he sees a pretty girl, like me, he’ll do anything to convince them to marry him right on the spot, and he won’t stop till he gets a ‘yes’.”

I gulped. I remember dancing with him and telling me that I was a “fine woman”. I really do hope he forgets me. “Um, did you ever date him?”

“Oh, yes. And, of course, he tried to advance on me.”

“Advance?!”

“Well, dear, who can deny this?” She flipped her hair, striking a pose. In the distance, I swore I heard Yakko and Wakko yelling, “HELLOOOOOOOOO, NURSE!!!”

“Eh, you got a point. So, how did you get out of this marriage?”

“Oh, he’s still proposing to me, as far as I know. He’ll only move on if he sees another pretty lady.”

I shuddered. I REALLY hope that’s not me. Minerva patted my head.

“Don’t worry, darling. You are his LEAST interest.”

I didn’t know if that was an insult or a compliment. “Gee, thanks.”

“Well, good night, Kiara.” She brushed her hair as I waved “good night” to her. I closed the door and checked the dresser for any nightwear in my size. I pulled out sexy lingerie from the first drawer. Ech! Too Minerva. Second drawer was a tiny pink bunny nightgown. Too Babs. Third drawer featured a black nightgown. Obviously, that’s Gwen’s. But, I can handle black. I quickly put it on, modeling myself in the mirror to see if it fits. It actually looked good on me.

“Such beauty.”

I shrieked and turned around. Cat R. Waul was standing at the door way with a bouquet of flowers. He jumped when I screamed.

“Oh, my gosh! What are you--?! How long have you been standing there?!” I fused.

“I just came in! Honest, my dear!” He tried to console.

“You could’ve least knock!”

“I beg your pardon. It slipped my mind. How un-gentlemanlike of me.” He bowed with courtesy. “I brought you these for congrats in advance.”

“Oh. Uh, thank you.” I took the bouquet and put it in a near vase.

“So, I thought I could treat you to dinner tonight.”

“Tonight? It’s a little late, don’t you think?”

“Well, as many would say, the night is always young.”

“Well, this girl ain’t young. I’m tired, and I got a big day tomorrow.” I gently pushed him out of the door. “So, I bid you good night.”

I tried closing the door, but he jerked it open. “Surely, Madame, please consider. I have lovely reservations at the--!”

“Mr. Waul, I would consider that you let me sleep.”

“How about some wine? A little music? Candlelight romance?”

Oh, crap. He’s trying to spoil me. “I said no! Now, good night!” I finally slammed the door. Good God, what is wrong with this guy?

“Please, Madame, I just want to spend time with you!” He banged on the door so hard, I could hear Gwen’s door slam. “Oh, good evening, Madame Gwen. I was just--!”

“Look, Cat, we all need some sleep. So, do us a favor and, GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE!!!”

“Wait, Madame, you don’t understand!”

I heard another door slam open.

“Cat R. Waul! How dare you show up here?!” Minerva shouted.

“Minerva! Darling, wh-what are you doing here?” Waul quivered.

“I LIVE here! You don’t! Now, get out!”

“But, Miss Kiara…”

“Kiara is NOT interested in you!” Gwen shouted. “Now, LEAVE!!!”

I heard a little struggle, and then a door slam shut. Then, silence. Finally, he left. He got what he deserved. Man, I’m as tired as it is.

“What an ignorant fool.”

I gasped. I twirled around. Nobody was behind me. “Who-who was that?” I heard for a reply. Nothing. What’s going on? Why am I hearing this voice again? Is it following me? Is it just coincidence? I can’t be hearing things anymore. “All right, whoever you are, I’m getting tired of being spooked! Who are you and what do you want?!”

Suddenly, the lights went out. I yelped. That is one thing I hate and fear: being in the dark. In fact, I hate being alone in the dark. I backed myself up to the door, jiggling the knob. Wait a minute, it’s locked?! Why is it locked?! I didn’t lock it! I started to breathe harder. I felt like I was trapped in a horror movie. I turned around, my back against the door.

“Please, whoever you are let me out!” I yelled across the room. “I don’t like this, ok?! Please, open the door!” I grabbed the door knob. It was still locked. I felt tears swelling up in my eyes. “LEMME OUT, PLEASE! LEMME OUT!!!” I banged on the door. “GWEN, MINERVA, ANYONE, PLEASE LET ME OUT!!!” I screamed. I banged on the door for who knows long. This was getting me nowhere.

“Oh, Sunshine…”

I gasped. My knees began to shake.

“Your heart is mine.”

“No, stop.” I pleaded in the darkness.

“Your heart is mine.”

“Please, leave me alone!”

“Your heart is mine.”

“STOP IT, PLEASE!!”

It kept echoing, getting louder and louder. I fell to my knees, trying to block the voice. I started to cry. It wouldn’t stop.

“P-please, stop…I’m scared…” I sobbed. I couldn’t take it anymore. Suddenly, it stopped. However, I was too scared to lift my head. I couldn’t move. I heard the door knocking. I looked behind me, listening.

“Kiara, are you okay?” It was Gwen.

“Gwen! Oh, thank goodness. I got locked in! Can you help me out?” I cried out.

“Locked in? How?”

“I don’t know. It’s dark in here, and I’m scared. Can you please help me?”

“Don’t worry, okay? I’ll go get a pry bar.” A pry bar? Why would she need that?

“What about a key? Don’t you have one?”

“We don’t have a key for that room. Look, don’t panic. I’ll be right back, ok?”

No key? But, how did it lock? That’s impossible! I stood close to the door, trying to hear anything else. Please, anyone, get me out. I’m scared…. I’m scared…

“Don’t be afraid, Sunshine.”

I froze. I felt the voice’s breath on my shoulder. I started to hyperventilate. I turned slowly. A pair of glowing yellow eyes stared right back at me. I shook. I wanted to scream, but a lump got stuck in my throat. I couldn’t close my eyes; they were filled with tears.

“No….no…” I whimpered. Suddenly, the light began to fade. I started to feel dizzy. The last thing I heard before I met the floor was the voice, whispering gently.

“Soon, dear, your heart will be mine.”

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The Phantom of Halloween Night

Chapter Three

Boy, cartoons know how to party! I mean, that was the most fun I’ve ever had! Dancing, music, food; all the things to have a good time. I thought I was dreaming when I danced with some of my favorite cartoons. Okay, here’s how it went. Did you remember watching “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs”? Well, that night reminded me so much of the movie. It all started out when we watched Chowder, Rocko, Flapjack, and Plucky Duck danced on the floor. We clapped and laughed as they moved around. Beetlejuice offered a dance with me, but I refused. Knowing him, he reeks, and who knows what will crawl out of his sleeves. He tried to plea once more, but suddenly; he was pushed aside by a cat, all dressed in red.

“Good friend, Mr. Beetlejuice, but I think she would prefer to dance with somebody who is…sanitary.” He gave a glance to Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice growled and stormed off, mumbling, “Show-off.” The cat smirked and stuck out his hand.

“Excuse me, Madame. Would you care to dance with me?” He asked in a graceful way. I was sitting right next to Gwen as I looked at her. She nudged her head, urging me to go. So, I did. I took the cat’s hand and we danced. For a cat, he’s rather a good dancer. “I didn’t get your name.”

“Huh? Oh, it’s Kiara.” I replied.

“Kiara, how beautiful. I am Cat R. Waul.”

Wait, I remember now. He was the villain off of “An American Tail: Fievel Goes West.” Hang on, he’s a villain. Should I be dancing with a villain?

“Well, what a…neat name.” I quickly replied.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you that you have a marvelous voice.”

“Oh! Well, it’s nothing. Thank you, anyway. And…you’re rather a good dancer.”

“Thank you. So, what’s a fine woman doing here in this…dump?”

I stepped back. “Well, it’s a home that I live in right now until I find my own. So, it’s rather comfy, if you don’t mind.”

He chuckled nervously. “Oh, right. Please forgive me.” Before I could talk back, I was interrupted by a burst of laughter. I turned around to see Wakko on top of his brother, but he was wearing a trench coat. I couldn’t help but laugh as they approached me. I curtsied as Wakko bowed, nearly falling off of Yakko. Thankfully, his brother pulled him up straight. Ignoring Waul, I took Wakko’s offered hand and danced with him.

I couldn’t stop laughing as Yakko tried to keep up with the beat. It was so much fun. However, a couple of times I spotted Waul glaring. I don’t know if it was towards me, or Wakko, but I let it go. It’s his problem, not mine.

Suddenly, Wakko began to wobble. Yakko started making weird noises, like he was about to sneeze. Wakko opened the trench coat.

“Oh, no!” Wakko exclaimed. “He’s about to blow!”

Everyone shrieked as they ducked for cover. I stepped a couple of times, before Gwen grabbed me and hid behind a couch. Yakko started to build up.

“Ah…ah….ah…”

“Hold it, brother!” Wakko covered his ears.

“AAAAAAAAH!!! ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Wakko flew straight up like a rocket. He landed on a wood banister. Everyone else started to laugh hard. Poor Wakko. Thank goodness he’s okay. Gwen began to laugh as well. Everyone did. We later found out that when Wakko was trying to get on top of his brother, he accidentally knocked the pepper off the food table and it got into Yakko’s nose.

Anyway, that’s how cartoons party. I had so much fun with all of them. However, I couldn’t help but to think the look of Waul’s face when he saw me dance with Wakko. It seemed that he didn’t like me dancing with him. Well, I can’t let it bother me. Everyone went back to their homes as we said goodbye. Gwen and Minerva showed me the spare bedroom.

“It’s not much, but I hope it’ll do.” Gwen opened the door. It was small, but seemed cozy. There was a bed, a dresser, and a huge mirror. The mirror caught my attention, however. It was huge! It stood from the ceiling to the floor of the room. “Is this good enough?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, it’s perfect. It kinda reminds me of something.” I replied.

“Really? What do you mean?” Minerva asked.

“It might be just me,” I pondered. “But, this mirror reminds me so much of a play I saw.”

“What was it called?”

“Um, Phantom of the Opera. Sound familiar?”

“Oh, yeah. We’ve seen that play many times.” Gwen smiled. “That mirror is actually a prop for the movie production.”

“You serious?!” I exclaimed. I turned back to look at it. Wow, that is so cool! The mirror from my favorite play is in the room I’m staying. Suddenly, I shuddered. Whoa, what was that all about? It felt like a gust of wind blew past me. But, there’re no windows in this room. Weird. Great, I got a ghost in my room I thought. Well, I just had to say it. “Well, thanks for letting me stay.”

“No prob. I’m in the next room beside you. So, yell if you need anything.” Gwen spoke as she bid me good night. Minerva was about to leave, but I stopped her.

“What is it, darling?” She asked.

“Um, this might be stupid to ask, but what do you know about Cat R. Waul?” I asked.

“You mean the cat that was dancing with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, he’s rather a nice guy…only to pretty ladies.”

“Huh?”

“He’s rather sophisticated and charming, but he’s prideful. He thinks he’s better than anybody else. However, when he sees a pretty girl, like me, he’ll do anything to convince them to marry him right on the spot, and he won’t stop till he gets a ‘yes’.”

I gulped. I remember dancing with him and telling me that I was a “fine woman”. I really do hope he forgets me. “Um, did you ever date him?”

“Oh, yes. And, of course, he tried to advance on me.”

“Advance?!”

“Well, dear, who can deny this?” She flipped her hair, striking a pose. In the distance, I swore I heard Yakko and Wakko yelling, “HELLOOOOOOOOO, NURSE!!!”

“Eh, you got a point. So, how did you get out of this marriage?”

“Oh, he’s still proposing to me, as far as I know. He’ll only move on if he sees another pretty lady.”

I shuddered. I REALLY hope that’s not me. Minerva patted my head.

“Don’t worry, darling. You are his LEAST interest.”

I didn’t know if that was an insult or a compliment. “Gee, thanks.”

“Well, good night, Kiara.” She brushed her hair as I waved “good night” to her. I closed the door and checked the dresser for any nightwear in my size. I pulled out sexy lingerie from the first drawer. Ech! Too Minerva. Second drawer was a tiny pink bunny nightgown. Too Babs. Third drawer featured a black nightgown. Obviously, that’s Gwen’s. But, I can handle black. I quickly put it on, modeling myself in the mirror to see if it fits. It actually looked good on me.

“Such beauty.”

I shrieked and turned around. Cat R. Waul was standing at the door way with a bouquet of flowers. He jumped when I screamed.

“Oh, my gosh! What are you--?! How long have you been standing there?!” I fused.

“I just came in! Honest, my dear!” He tried to console.

“You could’ve least knock!”

“I beg your pardon. It slipped my mind. How un-gentlemanlike of me.” He bowed with courtesy. “I brought you these for congrats in advance.”

“Oh. Uh, thank you.” I took the bouquet and put it in a near vase.

“So, I thought I could treat you to dinner tonight.”

“Tonight? It’s a little late, don’t you think?”

“Well, as many would say, the night is always young.”

“Well, this girl ain’t young. I’m tired, and I got a big day tomorrow.” I gently pushed him out of the door. “So, I bid you good night.”

I tried closing the door, but he jerked it open. “Surely, Madame, please consider. I have lovely reservations at the--!”

“Mr. Waul, I would consider that you let me sleep.”

“How about some wine? A little music? Candlelight romance?”

Oh, crap. He’s trying to spoil me. “I said no! Now, good night!” I finally slammed the door. Good God, what is wrong with this guy?

“Please, Madame, I just want to spend time with you!” He banged on the door so hard, I could hear Gwen’s door slam. “Oh, good evening, Madame Gwen. I was just--!”

“Look, Cat, we all need some sleep. So, do us a favor and, GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE!!!”

“Wait, Madame, you don’t understand!”

I heard another door slam open.

“Cat R. Waul! How dare you show up here?!” Minerva shouted.

“Minerva! Darling, wh-what are you doing here?” Waul quivered.

“I LIVE here! You don’t! Now, get out!”

“But, Miss Kiara…”

“Kiara is NOT interested in you!” Gwen shouted. “Now, LEAVE!!!”

I heard a little struggle, and then a door slam shut. Then, silence. Finally, he left. He got what he deserved. Man, I’m as tired as it is.

“What an ignorant fool.”

I gasped. I twirled around. Nobody was behind me. “Who-who was that?” I heard for a reply. Nothing. What’s going on? Why am I hearing this voice again? Is it following me? Is it just coincidence? I can’t be hearing things anymore. “All right, whoever you are, I’m getting tired of being spooked! Who are you and what do you want?!”

Suddenly, the lights went out. I yelped. That is one thing I hate and fear: being in the dark. In fact, I hate being alone in the dark. I backed myself up to the door, jiggling the knob. Wait a minute, it’s locked?! Why is it locked?! I didn’t lock it! I started to breathe harder. I felt like I was trapped in a horror movie. I turned around, my back against the door.

“Please, whoever you are let me out!” I yelled across the room. “I don’t like this, ok?! Please, open the door!” I grabbed the door knob. It was still locked. I felt tears swelling up in my eyes. “LEMME OUT, PLEASE! LEMME OUT!!!” I banged on the door. “GWEN, MINERVA, ANYONE, PLEASE LET ME OUT!!!” I screamed. I banged on the door for who knows long. This was getting me nowhere.

“Oh, Sunshine…”

I gasped. My knees began to shake.

“Your heart is mine.”

“No, stop.” I pleaded in the darkness.

“Your heart is mine.”

“Please, leave me alone!”

“Your heart is mine.”

“STOP IT, PLEASE!!”

It kept echoing, getting louder and louder. I fell to my knees, trying to block the voice. I started to cry. It wouldn’t stop.

“P-please, stop…I’m scared…” I sobbed. I couldn’t take it anymore. Suddenly, it stopped. However, I was too scared to lift my head. I couldn’t move. I heard the door knocking. I looked behind me, listening.

“Kiara, are you okay?” It was Gwen.

“Gwen! Oh, thank goodness. I got locked in! Can you help me out?” I cried out.

“Locked in? How?”

“I don’t know. It’s dark in here, and I’m scared. Can you please help me?”

“Don’t worry, okay? I’ll go get a pry bar.” A pry bar? Why would she need that?

“What about a key? Don’t you have one?”

“We don’t have a key for that room. Look, don’t panic. I’ll be right back, ok?”

No key? But, how did it lock? That’s impossible! I stood close to the door, trying to hear anything else. Please, anyone, get me out. I’m scared…. I’m scared…

“Don’t be afraid, Sunshine.”

I froze. I felt the voice’s breath on my shoulder. I started to hyperventilate. I turned slowly. A pair of glowing yellow eyes stared right back at me. I shook. I wanted to scream, but a lump got stuck in my throat. I couldn’t close my eyes; they were filled with tears.

“No….no…” I whimpered. Suddenly, the light began to fade. I started to feel dizzy. The last thing I heard before I met the floor was the voice, whispering gently.

“Soon, dear, your heart will be mine.”