Fred's Halloween Adventure Part 1

Following the Pink Rabbit
After Fred's strange day at the library, he was fed up of the drama he had got involved in. It wasn't his choice after all, he wasn't even sure really why he was involved.

Fred sat awhile in the library, just thinking it all through, and grumbling to himself "I just want an easy life" he said sadly to himself.

It was starting to get dark, so Fred decided he had better head home and he walked along in silence, his mind full of thoughts.

The evening was still and crisp, the stars glowing brightly in the dark sky, and a light breeze was whispering lightly through the trees, when Fred felt a shiver run up the length if his spine.

Ooh, thought Fred, that's strange.

It was just at this moment when Fred, standing looking at the stars in silence, remembered it was All Hallow's Eve.

A chilling feeling spread through Fred's body, making his heart feel like ice.

I'm not alone, he thought.

Fred, holding his breath, turned silently on the spot and peered through the dark night.

Through the darkness he saw the pink rabbit rush past him, seemingly unaware of Fred.

"The pink rabbit!" Fred whispered. 

It was this same rabbit, or so Fred 

supposed, that he had been told to send a secret message. 

It was also a rabbit that had not been that nice to him before, so Fred felt rather anxious.

Was this a trap, he thought to himself? 

Were the bunnies really rather bad and mean?

But was he not naturally on the bunnies side?

Fred was frozen in awe of the multitude of questions tumbling through his mind, twisting and tangling themselves through all the other unanswered questions he had.

He stood, and watched the pink rabbit clamber up the long hilly path in front of him, bouncing all the way up to the castle on the cliff.

Fred wondered why a bunny rabbit would go into such a creepy castle, up a perilous path, any day, let alone Halloween night.

Not much was known about the castle, mostly people never spoke of it apart from occasional hushed whispers and spooky rumours.

People had heard screams from its basement, and strange stories surrounded it like echoes of fairytales and witches lore. Mostly it stood in disrepair, an old, many towered, brick castle crumbling above a rocky cliff, only reached by an equally crumbling winding path. No one ever went up, because it was too dangerous, but occasionally lights could be seen glowing in the castle's windows.

Tonight, the castle was lit up bright, aglow with flames and light from the full moon and stars bouncing off its high walls. Something was amiss and despite the heavy feeling in his heart and the pit of his stomach, Fred realised the only way he would ever get to the bottom of his questions, was if he followed the pink rabbit right up to that spectre of a castle.

To be continued...