Maggie the Witch and the Halloween Rescue
In a quiet corner of a deep, dark forest stood a crooked little cottage covered in ivy and moss. This was the home of Maggie, a witch with a pointy hat, a long black dress, and a broom that could fly faster than the wind.
Once upon a time, Maggie had been kind and gentle. She baked cookies for the forest animals, helped lost travellers find their way, and always sent them off with a slice of freshly baked cake. But everything changed the day Maggie discovered a strange human show called Grey’s Anatomy.
At first, she watched just one episode. Then another. And another. Before long, she was hooked.
Day by day, Maggie grew grumpier. She stopped smiling. She spent all her time flying around muttering about hospital drama and complicated romances. She even travelled to visit where the show was made! Worst of all, she developed a terrible habit — she started trying to eat the children she scared!
Her only companion was her black cat, Lucy, whose green eyes glowed like lanterns in the dark. Lucy tried to warn the village children by scratching at windows and hissing near the gates, but Maggie wouldn’t listen.
Maggie’s four granddaughters — Tilly, Evie, Dotty, and Little Flo — had noticed the change. They remembered how fun their Nanny used to be: baking cakes, telling stories, and laughing until her hat nearly fell off. But now, she was almost unrecognisable.
Tilly, the eldest, gathered her cousins. “It’s Halloween tonight,” she whispered. “We’re going to dress as witches, sneak through the forest, and save Nanny before it’s too late.”
The others nodded bravely. Each girl put on a witch’s hat, tied a cape, and picked up a broomstick — the right way round, of course.
They tiptoed through the shadowy forest, hearts pounding. The wind howled through the trees, and every rustling leaf made them jump. But they didn’t turn back. They had a mission — and a plan.
At last, they reached Maggie’s crooked cottage. The windows were dark, and the door creaked in the wind. Tilly took a deep breath and pushed it open.
Inside, the room flickered with the eerie blue glow of a television. There sat Maggie, eyes fixed on the screen, muttering crossly about doctors, heartbreaks, and plot twists.
Lucy the cat spotted the girls and gave a soft purr, as if to say, “It’s about time you came.”
“Now!” whispered Tilly.
Before Maggie could even rise from her sagging sofa, the girls pounced. Tilly looped a rope around her arms while Dotty and Evie tied her legs.
“You can’t stop me!” Maggie shrieked. “I’ll eat all of you for dinner!”
Tilly stood firm. “No, Nanny. This has gone far enough.”
While Dotty and Little Flo held Maggie down, Tilly searched the room. She rummaged through dusty shelves, piles of half-finished knitting, and old recipe cards until — at last — she found it: a large, black book with gold lettering.
Spells for Every Occasion.
Flipping through its worn pages, she found the one she needed. “Here it is! A spell to make her kind again!”
Together, the four girls joined hands and chanted:
“By the light of the moon and the stars above,
Turn our Nanny back to the one we love.
Don’t let her watch that dreadful TV,
Especially not that bloody Grey’s Anatomy!”
A flash of purple light filled the room. Maggie gasped as her sneer softened into a warm smile. The dark look in her eyes faded, replaced by the gentle twinkle her granddaughters remembered.
“Tilly… Evie… Dotty… Little Flo?” Maggie whispered, her voice trembling. “What have I done?”
The girls untied her, and she burst into tears, hugging them tightly. “I’m so sorry, my dears. I don’t know what came over me. Thank you for saving me.”
From that day on, Maggie went back to being the sweet, caring Nanny she had always been. She baked cookies and cakes, told stories by the fire, and even apologised to the village children she had frightened.
And as for Grey’s Anatomy? Maggie swore she would never watch it again — although she did admit Station 19 might be worth a peek.
Every Halloween thereafter became a family celebration. Maggie and her granddaughters dressed up as witches, not to scare people, but to host a grand party for the village children, filled with cakes, games, laughter, and just a sprinkle of real magic.
As for Maggie — she never used her broom to chase anyone again. Unless, of course, it was all in good fun… or she needed a quick trip to get her nails done.
The End.
Authors Notes: A story written for Ted & Maggies granddaughters for Halloween.
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