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"Poor Ludwig Binx, neither his father, his mother, nor anyone else ever knew what become of him, those 300 years ago." Toris concluded to his students.
It is now 1993. Same town, Salem, Massachusetts.
The room full of high school students sat listening to the teacher as he told them about the witch brothers.
"And so the brothers were hanged by the Salem town folk." he continued. "Now there are those who say, that on Halloween night, a black cat still guards the old House. Warning off any who might make the witches come back to life."
Alfred looked up from his doodles and scoffed. "Give me a break."
"Uh huh. We seem to have a skeptic in our midst. Mr. Jones, would you care to give your California, laid back, tie-dyed point of view?" Toris asked almost sarcastically.
Alfred gave a small smile at the teacher. "Okay. Granted that you guys here in Salem are all into these black cats and witches and stuff."
"Stuff?" the teacher repeats.
"Fine. But everyone here knows that Halloween was invented by the candy companies. It's a conspiracy."
"It just so happens" Ivan interrupted. "That Halloween is based on the ancient feast called All Hallows Eve. It's the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to earth."
"Well said Ivan." Toris said smiling at him.
Alfred quickly wrote something on a piece of paper, rips it out of his notebook, and walked over to Ivan.
"Well incase Jimmy Hendrix shows up tonight, here's my number." he said handing Ivan the piece of paper.
Finally the school bell rang signaling the end of the day. Alfred grabbed his book bag and walked out the door. Once he left the school he unlocked his bike from his space and slowly rides.
He saw Ivan walking and quickly bikes to him.
"Ivan." he said getting his attention.
Ivan turned and smiled slightly. "Hi."
"Hi. Look, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to embarrass you in class." Alfred said apologetically.
"You didn't." Ivan reassured.
"My names Alfred Jones."
"Yeah I know." Ivan says rather smugly. "You just moved here, huh?"
"Yea, last week."
"Must be a big change for you."
"Yeah, that's for sure."
"You don't like it here?" Ivan asked.
"Oh, the leaves are great," he says almost sarcastically. "But…I don't know, it's just all this Halloween stuff."
"You don't believe in it?"
"What do you mean, like the Witch brothers? No way." Alfred said.
"Not even on Halloween?" Ivan prodded.
"Especially on Halloween!" Alfred said smiling.
Ivan smiled and held up a piece of paper between his fingers. "Trick or treat."
He handed him the paper and walked off. Alfred opens it only to see that his written down phone number and had been given back to him. He gives a small grimace before pocketing it and biking off to the direction of his home.
As he biked through the cemetery. His path is suddenly blocked by two kids.
"Halt! Who are you?" one of them said.
"Alfred. I just moved here." Alfred said.
"From where?" the kid asked.
"Los Angeles." he answers. When they give him a blank look he says "L.A."
"Oh dude." the same kid said.
"Tubular." the other added.
"I'm Raivis." the first kid said. "This is Eduard."
Eduard turns around and shows that the word 'EDUARD' has been cut into the back of his hair.
"So let's have a butt." Raivis says.
Alfred shook his head. "No thanks, I don't smoke."
"They're very health conscious in Los Angeles." Eduard said.
Both he and Raivis laugh.
"You got any cash…Hollywood?" Raivis asks.
Alfred shook his head again. "No."
"Gee, we don't get any smokes from you; we don't get any cash, what am I supposed to do with my afternoon." Eduard says.
"Maybe you could learn to breathe through your nose." Alfred suggested.
Raivis bursts out in laughter. He stops when Eduard gives him a hard look.
"Whoa. Check out the new cross trainers." Raivis says looking at Alfred's sneakers.
"Cool. Let me try 'em on." Eduard says.
Alfred moves to leave however Raivis stops him.
Alfred pedals as fast as he was able to; only his feet were clad only in his socks.
"Later, dude!" Raivis calls.
"See you, Hollywood." Eduard adds.
Alfred arrived at his house and slams into the house. His parents are downstairs unpacking.
"Hey Alfred, how was school?" his mother Elizaveta called out to him.
"It sucked."
"Hey, hey watch your language." his father Arthur scolded.
"I can't believe you made me move here!" Alfred yelled as he stormed up the stairs to his room.
Glancing once more at her son Elizaveta said "He wasn't wearing any shoes."
"Well, must be some form of protest." Arthur said shrugging.
Alfred enters his room and gives a sigh. He walks to his fish tank and tips in some food. "Hey guys." he says softly.
However unknown to him someone was watching him from inside his closet.
Alfred lies back on his bed. He turns his head and grabs a pillow. He hugs it tightly and sighs.
"Oh Ivan. You're so soft, I just wanna…"
Suddenly his closet doors burst open.
"Boo!" screamed his little brother.
"Peter!" Alfred yells.
Peter laughed and said "I scared you. I scared you! Ha, ha!" he jumps on the bed and laid back. "I'm Ivan. Ivan. Kiss me, I'm Ivan. "
"Mom and dad told you to stay out of my room!" Alfred yelled.
"Don't be such a crab." he said jumping up and down on his bed. "Guess what? You're gonna take me trick-or-treating. "
Shaking his head Alfred said "Not this year Peter."
"Mom said you have to."
"Well she can take you."
"She and dad are going to the party at Town Hall."
"Well your eight, go by yourself." Alfred said irritated. He walked to his drum set and began to play.
"No way! This is my first time! I'll get lost. Besides, it's a full moon outside. The weirdo's are out!" Peter said raising his voice over the drums. He went and hugged Alfred. "Come on, Alfred. Couldn't you forget about being a cool teenager for one night? Please! Come on, we used to have so much fun together trick-or-treating. Remember? It'll be like old times. "
Alfred looks at his brother. "Peter, the old days are dead."
"It doesn't matter what you say, you're taking me." Peter says stubbornly.
Alfred looks at her. "Wanna bet?"
He jumps from his drum set and walked up the small stairs leading to a window. He sat on the stairs and looked out the window.
Peter was glaring at him.
"MOM!" he screamed.
Peter came bounding down the stairs with Alfred following sulkily.
"Let's go, hurry up. The bewitching hour's about to begin." Arthur called up the stairs. He gives a small shout as Peter pounced at him. "That's very scary, wow!" He looked at a depressed Alfred. "What about you, Alfred, what are you supposed to be?"
"A rap singer." Alfred deadpanned.
"Oh, well your hat should be on sideways shouldn't it?" Arthur said turning Alfred's hat.
Elizaveta came up with a camera in hand. "Say Halloween."
"Halloween!" Arthur and Peter said together.
Alfred carted Peter around to different houses so he can go trick-or-treating to the house. The people in Salem were obviously in love with Halloween he observed in all the decorating that they do.
"Lighten' up, Alfred." Peter said.
"Can we go home now?" Alfred asked.
"No." Peter sang lightly.
Alfred spotted Raivis and Eduard and some of their friends harassing the kids passing by for candy.
"Let's just go this way." Alfred said pulling her arm slightly.
Peter heads straight for Eduard and Raivis, ignoring Alfred. "Peter!" he calls.
Eduard was sitting on the stone ledge. When Peter came up he brought his leg up and blocked the passageway. "Ding, ding. Ding, ding."
"Stop and pay the toll, kid." Raivis said.
"Ten chocolate bars, no licorice!"
"Dump out your sack!"
"Drop dead." Peter sneered. "Moron."
Raivis and Eduard shared an amused look.
"Yo, twerp." Eduard said almost sweetly. "How'd you like to be hung off that telephone pole?"
"I'd like to see you try it." Peter said. "Cause it just so happens I've got my big brother with me. Alfred!" he called.
Raivis and Eduard are visibly not impressed by this. Alfred walked up and stands next to his brother.
"Hollywood. Oh no." Eduard said sarcastically.
"So you're doing a little trick-or-treating?" Eduard asked walking to him.
"I'm taking my little sister around." Alfred spat.
"That's nice." he said indifferently. He looked Alfred up and down. "Whoa, I love the costume. But what are you supposed to be? A New Kid on the Block?"
"For your information, he's a little leaguer." Peter said.
"Whoa, little leaguer!" Raivis said.
He and Eduard faked a baseball play. Peter tried to walk by again.
"Wait a minute. Everyone pays the toll." Eduard said.
"Stuff it, zit face." Peter said.
"Why you little…" Eduard said moving to hit him. Alfred stepped in the way.
"Hey. Eduard…" he said he shoved a bag of candy at him. "Here. Pig out. Come on Peter, let's go." he said taking Peters hands.
They walked off.
"And Hollywood. The shoes fit great." Eduard called.
Alfred and Peter walked up the steps to another house for more candy.
"You should have punched them." Peter said.
"They would have killed me." Alfred said.
"At least you would have died like a man."
"Hey!" Alfred yelled. "You just humiliated me in front of half the guys at school! So collect your candy and get out of my life!"
Peter ran down the stairs. "I want to go home! Now!" he cried and ran off.
Alfred runs after him. Peter stops in front of a house and lay down in a hay pile crying softly.
"Peter, I'm sorry. It's just that I hate this place." Alfred said lying down beside him. "I miss all my friends. I wanna go home."
"Well this is your home now, so get used to It." he said.
"Yeah. Give me one more chance?" he asked.
"Why should I?"
"Cause I'm your big brother." Alfred said smiling slightly.
Peter looks at him and laughed before they hug. Suddenly Alfred looked up at the sky.
"Whoa, check that out." he said.
Peter looked up. "What?"
"Something just flew across the moon."
Peter continued to look at the sky searching. Alfred looks down at him and quickly gives a slight scream effectively frightening him.
Still slightly laughing at him Peter said "Let's go, jerk face."
They both turned to the house in front of them.
"Whoa." they said in unison.
"Check out this house." Alfred breathed.
"Ah, rich people." Peter scoffed. "They'll probably make us drink cider and bob for apples."
They nod to each other and go into the house.
The two of them entered into the foyer and called "Trick or treat?"
The both of them spotted a huge cauldron filled with candy and gleefully dug their hands into it.
"Jackpot." Alfred said.
"Alfred Jones." a familiar voice called.
Alfred looked up and spotted Ivan standing on the second landing, wearing a Victorian suit, and watching them with a smile.
"Ivan." Alfred said straightening and taking his hat off.
Peter grinned at his brother. "Oh, Ivan, huh?"
"I thought you weren't into Halloween." Ivan said as he walked down the stairs to them.
"I'm not." Alfred said. "I'm just taking my little brother Peter around."
"Well that's nice." Ivan said smiling.
"I always do it." Alfred said modestly.
"Our parents made him." Peter said truthfully causing Alfred to push him slightly.
"Do you guys want some cider?" Ivan asked.
"No." Peter said at the same time Alfred said "Sure!"
Ivan went to the table to get two cups of cider, one for him and one for Alfred. He came back and handed the other cup to Alfred.
"Thanks." Alfred said. "So, um, how's the party?"
"Boring. It's just a bunch of my parent's friends. They do this every year." he said. He walked to the cauldron and started to fill Peter's basket. "I've got candy duty. By the way, Peter, I love your costume."
"Thank you." Peter said brightly. "I love magic."
"I'm really into witches." Ivan said.
"Really? Me too. We just learned around those brother in school."
"Oh, you mean the Beilschmidt brothers?" Ivan asked. When Peter nodded Ivan continued "I know all about them, my mother used to run the museum."
"There's a museum about 'em?" Peter asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah, but they had to shut it down." Ivan leaned closer to Peter. "Because a lot of spooky things happened there."
"Well, why don't we go to this old Beilschmidt house?" Alfred suggested.
Peter shook his head and Ivan looked at him. "Well come on, make a believer out of me."
Ivan glanced into the room where the party was. "Okay, let me change. They'll never miss me." he said as he went back upstairs.
The moment Ivan was out of hearing range Peter turned to Alfred. "Alfred, I'm not going up there. My friends at school told me all about that place. It's weird." he said.
"Peter this is the boy of my dreams." Alfred said.
"So take him to the movies like a normal person." Peter said.
"Peter!" Alfred said. He then kneeled down to his brother so they were at the same eye level. "Look, just do this one thing for me and I'll do anything you say. Please? Please?"
Peter smiled suddenly. "Okay, okay. Next year we go trick-or-treating as Wendy and Peter Pan, with tights, or it's no deal."
Alfred glanced up once more at the direction that Ivan had gone. Peter started to walk away and Alfred grabbed him and pulled him back.
"Okay, okay, deal!" Alfred said.
Peter smiled and put his arm around Alfred's shoulders.
The three of them walked up to the Beilschmidt cottage.
"Legend has it that the bones of a hundred children are buried within these walls." Ivan informed them.
Peter groaned slightly. "Oh, great."
Ivan unlocked the door and they go in. Its pitch black.
"I can't see a thing." Peter said.
"Well there's a light switch around here somewhere." Ivan said.
Alfred felt around a shelf and found a row of lighters. He picked one up and lit it.
"I found a lighter." he said. He helped Ivan find the light switch and light flooded through the room. "Whoa,"
Peter turned to the window where he felt someone had been watching them, there was no one there.
"Here's the original cauldron and upstairs is where they slept." Ivan said.
They moved to where the book is in a display case.
"This is the spell book of Gilbert Beilschmidt. It was given to him by the devil himself." Ivan said. "The book is bound in human skin and it contains the recipes for his most powerful and evil spells."
"I get the picture." Peter said.
Alfred pointed to a black candle. "What's that?"
"Oh." Ivan said turning to where he was pointing. He whispered "That's the black flame candle."
Alfred walked to where the candle was and read from the sign next to it. "Black flame candle. Made from the fat of a hangman. Legend says that on a full moon it will raise the spirits of the dead when lit by a virgin on Halloween light." He pulled out the lighter once more. "So let's light the sucker and meet the old bags." He looked at Ivan. "Wanna do the honors?"
Ivan shook his head. "No thanks."
Alfred shrugged and moved the lighter over the candle. A black cat leaped onto his shoulders hissing. Yelling he grabbed the cat and threw it off to the ground where it ran off.
"Stupid cat." he yelled.
"Okay, Alfred. You've had your fun." Peter said. "It's time to go. Come on, Ivan."
"Alfred, he's right. Let's go." Ivan said.
"Oh, come on. It's just a bunch of hocus pocus." Alfred said scoffing.
Peter turned to him. "Alfred, I'm not kidding this time! It's time to go." He saw Alfred shake his head and move to light the candle. "Alfred, no!"
The flame from the lighter lit the wick of the candle. The flame suddenly turned black.
"Uh oh." Alfred murmured.
Suddenly the fake flames of the chandelier pop. The floor boards under their feet begin to move as a green light shines from below.
Suddenly it stoped just as it had begun.
"What happened?" Alfred asked breathlessly.
Peter placed his hat back on his head. "A virgin. Lit the candle."
All the candles in the house suddenly light themselves. The fire under the cauldron comes up and knocks the kids back. The kids hide as voices can be heard from outside. Peter hides behind the counter. Suddenly the doors burst open and the Beilschmidt brothers enter their home.
So Alfred is the main guy. Peter is his brother. Ivan takes the place of Allison. Peter and Alfred's parents are Elizaveta and Arthur. Eduard and Raivis are the two trouble makers.
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