Stars were twinkling across the midnight blue skies. Two small fireflies suddenly appeared and danced through the air. And where should they end up than Hector, Imelda, and Coco's house and into their backyard.
The deceased Rivera family members were roasting marshmallows on an open fire. As soon as Rosita ate her deliciously burnt marshmallow, she said out loud,"We should tell each other ghost stories."
Victoria frowned and did her signature pose of crossing her arms. "You can't be serious."
Hector put on a mischievous grin and said,"I've got a good one. I shall tell you the tale of the wicked fairy... Hada Malvada!"
In no time, the rest of the Riveras gathered around Hector. He immediately began telling his story.
"On nights just like this one, a fairy with a face full of innocence but a heart full of shadows travels through the Land of the Dead in search of victims to terrorize. Once she finds a victim, she'll sprinkle some of her black fairy dust on them to make their deepest fear come true! So if you're planning on sleeping tonight... be sure to lock your windows and doors so she... won't... come... get... YOU!"
Everyone yelped in surprise. Hector couldn't help but laugh at their shocked expressions.
Imelda, who was now in her ruffled lavender nightgown, asked Hector,"Who exactly told you that story?"
Hector immediately grew very tense. It was no other than Ernesto de la Cruz. He told him the story back when they were traveling all across Mexico. To Hector's relief, the clock struck midnight. Hector quickly stated,"Time to go to sleep!"
Imelda frowned at Hector for not answering her question. But soon decided not to wake him up for she was tired as well. Imelda was about to tuck herself into bed when she heard Coco scream.
Coco's screams made Hector fall out of bed. As Hector got up with a worried expression on his face, Imelda grabbed one of her boots and ran into Coco's room. What she saw in Coco's bedroom made Imelda freeze like a statue. Cornering Coco was a small fairy who wore a short dress made entirely out of black flower petals and had long, black, curvy hair. But her most striking if not frightening feature was the red aura that glowed all around her body.
Without warning, Hada Malvada struck Imelda with her black magic! Imelda clenched her aching head with both hands and got down on her knees. And before she knew it, she fell unconscious.
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Imelda slowly opened her eyes. What she saw in front of her made her heart nearly stop.