This is my kind of alternate ending to Night on Bald Mountain! I hope you enjoy it! :-)

Based on the Fantasia classic Night At Bald Mountain by Walt Disney

The clouds covered the sun. People locked their doors. The wind started to howl and roar. Night was falling and the mountain started to crumble. The full moon's light gleamed like a spotlight on Bald Mountain Wings formed from the inside of the mountain. A horrid face appeared from behind the rock. Greasy black horns ripped out of his head. His eyes were on fire and burned anyone who glanced in his direction. His name was about as bad as his fearsome appearance; Chernabog. He looked down with hatred at the city sitting peacefully at the bottom of the mountain. He grinned a devilish grin and moved his horrid hands out toward the town. The shadows of his arms had a mind of their own. They stretched out to the houses, trying to grab anything that had a soul. It finally reached the cemetery and sunk into the depths of the wet earth. When it came back up into the crisp air, it had dragged the souls of the people who had died with it. Some were on horses, while others were floating through the air and through other objects too. Some of them were only heads, while others where just bodies who kept bumping into things. If anyone had dared to venture outside they would have seen the terrifying sight and never would have lived to see the sun rise. One soul went through a noose and got stuck. Another had to yank him out of it. They went flying through the air and soon caught up with the others, who were floating to the mountain at amazing speed. When one of them would fall behind, Chernabog's shadow would come up from behind and throw it in the right direction. Soon all of the souls had reached Bald Mountain. Chernabog smiled a smile that could have rotted the most perfect apple. Chernabog ripped open the mountain, revealing a fiery pit. His shadow shoved all the souls into the fire before attaching back to his master. Chernabog half laughed, half growled with pleasure when he heard the souls screaming at the touch of the hot flames. He shook the whole mountain with his fits of laughter. They tried to hang onto the rugged sides of the cliff. When they succeed in climbing onto the edge, Chernabog would flick them off. They danced and jumped trying to please Chernabog and keep from getting burnt. He changed some of flames into people from the village. They screamed at the sight of being so close to this winged bat. They jumped and leaped in a way that pleased Chernabog very much. He laughed and laughed until almost the whole mountain crumbled. Then a bell rang from the village. Dawn was approaching. The bell rang through the night, cheerful and merry. Chernabog ignored the first bell, but the second one rang through his veins. Then the sky opened up. It was like someone ripped a hole in the sky. The light that came form the hole in the sky was so powerful that Chernabog cowered behind his arms. Out from the light poured out angels, tons and tons of them, all of them armed with the armor of God. They carried shields and swords that were made from precious jewels. Their amor was made from gold. The lead angel held his sword up to Chernabog. Chernabog was dwarfed in the size of the angel. "Let the souls come to the house of God," the angel order in a clear and melodic voice. Chernabog only cowered in reply. "Do it now," the angel said in the sam level voice. Chernabog lifted his arms up to the sky and the souls shot up to the sky and disappeared. "If you dare to confront the Lord again, the consequences will be far greater." Chernabog nodded slowly. "Now the sun is rising and you better get out before..." But the angel didn't need to tell Chernabog anymore. He pulled the back together, working furiously. The sun of on the horizon. Chernabog was frantic. He looked around for something to hide himself from the sun. The angel said quietly, "The mountain," Chernabog gave him a confused look. Then he realized what the angel was saying. He quickly sunk into the mountain just before the sun rose up. The angel smiled out of contentment. "Let's go home, brothers," the angel said to the rest of the host. They all followed the last of the souls up to the hole in the sky. As soon as the last of them went through the hole, the whole sky lit up with the light of the sun. The villagers unlocked their doors and came out to see the beautiful picture painted in the sky. Pinks,yellows,reds,and purples filled the sky. It was a wonderful sight, so unlike the night before. This is why they wake up every morning, to see the sun and the full beauty of God.