Haunted Hutch House

A spooky tale of the dangers of Hallo-wheek. Have a good one ^_^

HAUNTED HUTCH HOUSE

It was a dark and stormy night,
As spooky stories usually have,
Our travellers were travelling,
Till one needed to use the ‘lav’!
“You should have gone before whee left!”
Buddy said with a sigh,
“But I did.” Noah whinged,
Though this, it was a lie.
Still they had to go on walking,
Despite Noah’s squeaky moans,
And all the rains cold lashings,
And the winds mighty groans.

“There’s something up ahead!”
Nacho exclaimed with a shout,
Pointing at some metal gates,
And jumping all about.
Our travellers hurried forward,
And squinted at the sign,
“Hutch House.” Buddy thoughtfully read,
Wiping off some of grime.
They all agreed that it was best,
To seek some shelter there,
But had they paid attention,
They would’ve known, they were in for a scare.

As they hurried up the pathway,
Rain splashed the board,
Revealing the spooky words,
Our dear piggies would not have ignored.
“Haunted Hutch House
Enter if you dare,
But not on Hallo-wheek,
Unless you want more than a scare.”
Now by some cruel quirk of fate,
It was Hallo-wheek night,
So yes, well done, you guessed it,
They were in for a fright!

They finally spotted the house,
Crumbling, gothic and old,
They tried to knock at the door,
But there was no handle to hold.
The whole house seemed to creek,
More than should mortar and stone,
And yet it seemed empty,
And so cold and alone.
Buddy pounded at the door loudly,
As lightening lit the sky,
“Is any furry there?”
But a thunder clap drowned out his cry.

Still something must have heard him,
As the door swung and they fell inside,
With the it slamming behind them,
So in the dark they would collide.
“You stepped on my paw -”
“Hey! Get off my face -”
“Well why’s it by my foot,
On the floor in any case?!”
“Silence.” said snapped Buddy,
“Efurrybody stay still!
The very next piggy to move,
I swear, by my veggies, I’ll kill!”

They all mumbled quite crossly,
But still they behaved and obeyed,
But the bumping noises continued,
And it was then they were afraid.
“I no longer need the toilet.”
Noah whimpered in fear,
“What is that noise?
Is somefurryelse here?!”
There was a sinister giggle,
As lightning again lit the hall,
And our travellers realised, worriedly,
That there was no one but them there, at all.

“I don’t like this.” whispered Nacho,
Pressing close to Buddy’s side,
Well in the spooky old house,
There was nowhere else to hide.
“Well whee cannot go on,
That wind is howling a gale.”
Buddy told the others carefully,
And they all began to wail.
Then came another voice,
Hissing at them from the stair,
“Be silent you darn fools,
Or they will know that you’re there.”

They all froze in shock,
As a lady pig stepped from the gloom,
“You must need to rest,
Allow me to show you to a room.”
“ Apologies ma’am,
For us barging in,
Whee didn’t mean to be rude!”
Buddy charmed with a grin.
The ladypig smiled,
But it did not reach her eyes,
She turned and headed off,
So they all followed with sighs.

“You may sleep here,
Or at the very least rest,
Stay here till I come get you.”
She solemnly did request.
The door shut behind her,
“My lady!” Buddy cried in a prayer,
He flung open the door,
But there was nofurry there.
The corridors looked endless,
And creepy in the dark,
But Buddy, undeterred called,
“Come back to me, my lark!”

Basil pulled him back,
And closed the door quick,
“She said stay and be quiet,
So don’t be so thick!”
Buddy huffed crossly,
Then stifled a yawn,
Should he sleep or find her,
He had to admit he was torn.
But exhaustion claimed them all,
And they slept most of the night,
Missing the worst of the hauntings,
Until the first stirring of light.

Basil woke first,
As the sun started to rise,
Something loomed over him,
He gasped and rubbed his eyes.
But there was nothing there,
At least not that he could see,
Maybe it had been a dream,
Well what else could it be?!
He shut his eyes tight,
And hid under the covers,
If there was something there,
He was going to wait for the others!

He waited for minutes,
Or days or just hours,
And began to wonder if the house,
Had mind reading powers.
For it would let him relax,
Before making a sound,
And scaring him so much,
He didn’t dare look around.
Finally with a sigh,
The others did wake,
Basil hoped it wasn’t a trick,
Or a hallucinating mistake.

“Why are you hiding?”
Noah asked him, amused,
“Are you definitely you?!”
Basil, wild eyed, accused.
“I think Basil’s gone barmy.”
Nacho said with a laugh,
“Oh do leave him alone,”
Buddy said, “That’s enough!”
Before they could argue further,
The door opened with a click,
And the ladypig stood there,
So white, she looked sick.

“I fear you cannot stay longer,
In fact you must go now.”
She looked at where they had lain,
“You managed to sleep through that? How?”
She hurried them down the hallways,
And rushed them down the stairs,
Forcing them to not just take one step,
But to jump them in pairs!
They ran out the door,
She called out a goodbye,
Then slammed the door shut,
Before they could protest or cry.

They exchanged looks of confusion,
And called thanks as they walked away,
Again reaching the sign,
And reading all it did say.
They looked back at the house,
Perched a top that creepy hill,
So empty by day,
But by night, was it still?
They never spoke again,
Of that Hallo-wheek night,
But warn of the dangers of Hallo-wheek,
When you turn out the light.

Sleep tight efurryone!

Nacho, Noah, Buddy & Basil

xxxxx