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Rated: E · Fiction · Ghost · #2120465
An oak tree prepares to show it's true colors.
No More Mr. Nice Tree


Kathleen McNamara


Well, that’s it. The last of my leaves have finally come down. It won’t be long now. The farmer has removed the old wooden board that has been blocking my vision all summer.

“Looks like we’re going to have to touch up that face of yours, “ he said, eyeing me critically. “Your eyes could use some makeup. We need to shape up those limbs too. We need them looking extra sharp.”

He raked up all of the dead leaves and brought out the boxes that have my voice and the lights that give me that special eerie glow.

Halloween is my special time to shine and I love every minute of it. During the rest of the year I am just your ordinary run-of –the-mill oak tree. In the spring and summer, my disguise is the “Welcome to Barker Farms” sign and wig of thick green leaves. That the area robins love to make their nests in my branches only adds to the charade. In the winter, I just blend in with all of the rest of the dormant trees on the farm. No one pays me much attention. But when the pumpkins are all set out and the farm hosts “Hayrides and Fright Nights”…no more Mr. Nice Tree.

The farmer came back with his pots of special paints. Using some garish green and purple he touches up my ghostly eyes. Next he brightens my fangs with a sickly yellow color and finishes up with blood red for my lips and nails. Connecting the wires for my voice and lights are the finishing touches. These help me show just how scary I really am.

Unlike the rest of the trees and shrubs in the front of the farm, I will stand quietly in the dark. Those waiting for the horse and wagon for the hayride will wait in line by me, never suspecting a thing.

“Mah-wah-hah-hah! Welcome to Fright Night! Enter if you dare! Mah-wah-hah-hah,” I warn them.

Everyone will squeal or scram when the lights flash and there I will be, in all my ghoulish glory! It is such fun scaring the living daylights out of everyone. I just love Halloween! Don’t you? Mah-wah-hah-hah!!!!!


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