Halloweentown Grandma Aggie Bag Novels & Stories

Gabby froze. The front door opened, and Gabby's neighbor of nineteen years, Mike Willison stood before him, holding a plastic mixing bowl full of chocolate candy bars. Gabby made her move. "Trick or Treat!" Gabby shouted, opening her cloak. Mike Willison's eyes went wide at the sight of the naked female body before him. His jaw dropped, and he found himself at a loss of what to say. Gabby giggled, and shut her cloak. "Happy Halloween!" Gabby shouted, and ran off down the driveway back to the street.

“I’m no mere ghost, Mary from the bible. I’m Lily McCarthy. I’m sure you know the name. My ancestors beat the pants off of yours in every magic contest there was. Now, be gone. You clearly don’t have the power to face me.” My chair almost rocked as the flames of the candles got higher. I watched as Megan slowly pulled a small leather sack from free from the waist of her pants where she’d hidden it. I guessed that my aunt was working on getting the witch to materialize so that Megan could use whatever was in that bag to banish her. Every muscle in my body coiled as I waited to see what was going to happen next. My aunt threw her head back in full bellied laughter. “That’s it? Was

“Thank you for the wonderful experience.” After our make-out session and the awkward farewell to Dowell, I finally stepped out of the carriage. But before I got far, Ahbaya called my name through the window. “Come back here” I ran back towards her. “What?” Was my impatient reply. Ahbaya said something to Dowell. He handed over something. A woven bag made by the witches of the Southern Kingdom. It’s woven beautifully. She handed it over to me with a smile. I accepted it. And saw there was something inside and it was wrapped on a brown paper. "What is this?"

I’d nearly forgotten about Rowena and Cordelia until I saw the size of the baking dish grandma pulled from the cabinet. “They’ll be here shortly. Rowena needed some supplies, and it turns out Cordelia did as well, so she tagged along. The two of them said something about a local occult shop.” Grandma replied in between measuring batches of flour for the garlic rolls. When she had her back turned, Breyona scooped another spoonful of minced garlic into the butter. ‘Us garlic girls have to stick together.’ She grinned behind grandma’s back; her voice smug as it traveled down the mind-link.

CHAPTER 34 “I want that bag,” Abigail said, her eyes glinting with desire as she pointed to the display. “Which one, ma'am? This one?” The sales attendant gestured to a row of bags on the shelf. Abigail shook her head impatiently. “That colour is too dull. I want the brown one.” “This one?” the attendant asked, holding up a sleek, elegant brown bag .“Yes, that one,” Abigail said, her excitement evident as she hurriedly collected the bag. Her eyes lit up as she examined it. “It's so pretty.”“

"Ah, he is indeed a proud boy." "Too proud," I nodded in agreement. "What are you doing here?" Jamie asked out of nowhere. He squatted by the shopping bag Hunter had dropped and carefully put the spilled items back. "I'm here to pick up some of Jayden's clothes," I said as I lifted up the largest duffel bag that I found in my house, if not for the famous brand name that was written on it, it would probably look like a corpse sack. I really could not see why most of the people thought such things looked so fashionable. But then, maybe only an insane person could afford to spend all those thousands of dollars on something as ugly as that bag. Even my mom had bought it years ago.

I smiled. "That'll be fantastic." He smiled back. I took him round to see some handbags. They were all expensive and look like they cost a fortune! But they were also very beautiful. There was a pretty pink one that totally caught my eye. Too bad I'll never have it. "Personally, which do you like best?" He asked me. "I like that one but this is not about me, it about your 'grandma'... something like this would be more appropriate for her." I pointed at a smaller bag suitable for older people. I checked the tag and saw $745! My eyes almost popped out!!

"I'm always there for you, granny. God will always protect you and I. Amen!" I said to calm her down. "What's that?" She asked pointing at the bug bag that followed me in. "It is some clothes and shoes I was gifted today by Michelle." I said while smiling at her. She was just staring at me with confused face. I took the bag to her and sit besides her.

The images on the bags made it clear that they contained toys. "For my grandson," Cakra answered with a wide smile. Haaaa...

Just six more hours of pretending everything was normal, and then I could escape. I pulled out the small duffel bag I'd hidden under my bed, checking its contents for the fifth time that week: clean clothes, water bottle, first aid kit, protein bars, and a small silver pendant that had belonged to my mother. I wasn't superstitious, but I wanted something of hers with me tonight. A soft knock at my door made me shove the bag back under the bed. "Imogen?" Grandmother's voice called. "May I come in?"