Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Ferry Blackwell Strikes Again!






We're throwing a Halloween party, spinning a web of spooky stories. So gather 'round and listen to Ferry. He's not that nice, but his story is scary. ;) 






“No way!” Georgie exclaimed. “Mom told you to stop making up stories.”

            “It's true. I saw Ferry Blackwell,” Macy said. “He had a head like a melon.”

            “You did not. Get your stuff and let’s go. We’re gonna be late.” Georgie walked out the door and Macy followed, wishing her big brother would believe her this time. She did like to make up stories and their mom had asked her to knock it off, but this wasn’t a story. She had spotted Ferry Blackwell, she was sure of it.



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Shifting from one foot to the other, Macy stared down the school driveway. All of the buses had left; everyone was gone. Georgie was late. She had tried to call him on her cell phone, but there was no answer. Her mom was at work, but Macy knew interrupting her would guarantee a whole evening of arguing. Slipping the phone into her back pocket, she decided to walk home.

            As the pavement twisted and turned she found herself thinking about Ferry Blackwell again. Last week she had started reading a book about the history of her town, Devilsville, Maine. It hadn’t been very interesting, except for one phrase, which was handwritten on page thirty-three. It said: In the woods of Devilsville, you’re sure to find a gory thrill. When the bakerman wants to eat, hide your hands and cover your feet. With a head melon-sized and fire burning in his eyes, he’ll harvest your fingers and your toes, then hide the rest so no one knows. Murdered by an angry town, he swore revenge when they shot him down. So watch your children, but never tell- if Ferry Blackwell comes back from hell.

            Macy knew the words by heart. She had looked through a few other books, but found nothing else about Ferry Blackwell. Then, the other day, she saw him. There had been an odd rustling behind the bushes in her backyard, and when she went over to investigate, someone was there. It looked like a man, but with a huge head. He had flashed a mad, toothy grin at her, and then disappeared. Her mother had come running out when she heard Macy’s rants of terror.

            “Macy! What did I tell you about scaring people with your stories?” her mother had yelled. Macy knew that no one was ever going to believe her, and why should they? After all, she did have a long history of making things up, which had opened more than one can of worms for her parents to deal with. Things like, Ginny Wader, in the third grade, refusing to touch door handles ever again or Georgie wearing a helmet wherever he went for a year. The list was long, she mused. Her thoughts were suddenly cut short. Just ahead, at the bottom of the hill, a school bus was stopped in the middle of the road. Macy cautiously walked up to it and climbed the steps. Other than the backpacks strewn about on the seats it appeared empty.

            “Hello?” she asked quietly. “Is anyone here?” Macy slowly made her way down the aisle. Midway, something caught her eye and when she turned to get a closer look, her mouth dropped open in horror. On the seat to her left was a bloody pile of shoes and socks, and what looked like fingernails tossed into the gruesome heap.

            BANG! Something hit the side of the bus. “What was that?” she whispered. BANG! Again, the bus shook and teetered. Macy reacted fast. She ran up the aisle and grabbed the door handle. Just as it was about to latch, long fingers pried it back open. Two red, veined eyes zeroed in on their target. Terror forced the air out of her lungs, and she screamed. 



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Macy was flat on her back when she woke. Her left ankle was chained to the floor, and her feet were bare. A painful stinging in her fingers and toes sliced through her body. Where was she? What had happened?

            “Who else is here?” she questioned the darkness.

            “Shhhh,” a panicked voice ordered.

            “Who’s there?” she said again.

            “Stop talking, you idiot. He’ll hear you.” It was a terrified sounding boy.

            “Why’s it so dark?” Macy continued. She had no intention of shutting up.

            “I think we’re in a basement,” another voice chimed in.

            Suddenly it dawned on her where they must be. It had to be the abandoned house on Hull Street. She and Georgie would come here when things around the house got too serious. It was their hiding spot, and she knew it well. Even the moldy abandoned smells were familiar. “How many people are here?” she asked.

            “I’m here, Marcus Beltane,” came a nervous voice.

            “Me too, I’m Jen Andrews.”

            The voices started to pick up, “Justin Deluca, Melanie Grism...” There seemed to be about ten kids sitting in the dark with her; all scared, and all, she was certain, without their fingernails and toenails.

            The creaking of a door silenced the murmuring. A light flickered on, cutting through the blackness. Macy squinted her eyes open a bit and stared up at the ceiling, watching as a shadow with an enormous melon shaped head moved across the room. Its heavy footfalls came to a halt. Suddenly, a cackling voice bellowed out, “Looky here, girls and boys, forget your mommies and your toys. The fun and games will soon begin; to scare me back is how you win. But should you lose, you’ll pay a price, your fingers and toes I’ll surly dice. Just try to leave! It won’t do you well. For I’m back from hell. I’m the Bakerman, Ferry Blackwell.” His howling laugh sounded insane, like a hyena calling out to its prey. He did an odd little jig. Then, in an instant, he was gone.

            “Okay, this is really happening,” Macy said, more to herself than anyone else. She took a deep breath, then continued, “He said something about winning, didn’t he?"

            “Yeah, he said, to scare me back is how you win,” a trembling voice squeaked. “He also said that he was a bakerman. What’s he going to do? Cook us into bread or something?”

            “I think that’s exactly what he’s going to do,” Macy responded, remembering what she had read. “But, it sounds like if we scare him back, we win. Which, I guess, means we get to live.” 

            “How are we supposed to scare him? He’s a demon who makes bread out of kids’ fingers and toes. I mean, what’s scarier than that?” Macy recognized the voice of Jen Andrews.

            “I know, but...” Her mind was whirring. Then, it hit her. She remembered the cell phone in her pocket. The door opened. Macy threw caution to the wind and whispered just audibly, “I have a plan.”



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Her heart thudded in her chest as a shadow moved into the room. “So kiddies, who’s it going to be? Who wants to be the first to try to scare me?” His voice sounded crazy.

            Macy mustered up all of her strength and called out, “I’ll go first, you don’t scare me. You’re going to be caught any minute.” She kept her breathing even as Ferry Blackwell loomed above her, searching her face with his terrifying eyes. He was so close that she could smell his putrid, stinking breath. 

            “You wait and see! I’ll show you just how scary I can be!” He pulled Macy up by her hair and dragged her to a chopping block in the center of the room. The chain clanked behind her, painfully digging into her ankle. Grabbing her left arm, he slapped her stinging hand down on it.

            Macy focused her mind on the weight in her back pocket, hoping beyond hope she hadn’t been knocked out for more than thirty minutes. The reminder alarm on her phone had been set to go off at 4PM, which was usually when she called her mom to let her know that she had made it home safely. It had to be about that time. Macy glared up at Ferry Blackwell and said, “Everyone in town already knows where we are. Kids today have GPS trackers implanted in our bodies that tells our parents exactly where we are at all times. You’ll see, the town’s people will be here any moment to shoot you down and send you back to hell, Ferry Blackwell.”

            He looked bemused as he replied, “Clever girl! You know my name! Now, let’s begin our little game. Terribly funny to think you’ll be saved- when for a century, fingers and toes I’ve craved!” He raised a sharp blade above his head, poised to strike. Macy squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself. Please go off alarm, she prayed, believing that this would, at the very least, buy her more time. As if on cue, a loud beeping blared out from her pocket. Ferry leered at her, unsure. Just then, in a brilliant moment of pure luck, another cell phone rang out, perhaps a concerned parent. Another one went off with a mechanical jingle. The timing couldn’t have been better. Suddenly, there was a frantic banging on a door. The demon spun around wildly, looking terrified. “No, no, not to hell. Hide, I must and never tell,” he bellowed and dropped the blade. It landed with a clink just as Ferry Blackwell shot into the air and burst into flames, disappearing in a black puff of smoke. 

            No one breathed. Somewhere above, Georgie’s worried voice called out, “Macy, are you in here?”
Toe Finger Bread

INTERVIEW WITH FERRY BLACKWELL
Hosted by Cate Masters 

Cate Masters: What do you love most about Halloween?

Ferry Blackwell: Halloween's a joke, that's what I say! It’s better in hell on that boring day. I can't even scare, so there's nothing to win- the people want horror and are likely to sin. I'd rather lay low and bide my time, when the moment's right, I'll get what's mine.


Cate Masters: Do you have a favorite memory of a Halloween past?


Ferry Blackwell: There was this one time, now let me see- I remember a Halloween treat that I baked just for me. I'd gathered my wits, then sought the ingredients, hoping to find a few fresh, young deviants. Mostly I needed fingers and toes, so I snatched them right up, despite all their woes. I sliced and diced, and baked my bread, even shared it graciously with those not yet dead.

Cate Masters: Have you ever had an unusual experience you can't explain?


Ferry Blackwell: I am an unusual experience you can't explain! You won't see me coming, and then you'll know pain. (Stands up, does a quick jig, then sits down again- grinning).


Cate Masters: What frightens you the most?

Ferry Blackwell: The time I told you about the treat, that Halloween was not so sweet. You see, though the bread did taste grand, the people found me, guns in hand. I was scared when they shot me down, but I swore I'd be back to haunt their town. Now here I am, as you can tell- Ferry Blackwell's back from hell! (Cackling laugh)


Cate Masters: Ever gone on a ghost tour? Or ghost hunting on your own?


Ferry Blackwell: Bah! Ghosts are for babies! They can't even speak. Nothing scary about them, they're flimsy and weak.


Cate Masters: Any favorite Halloween recipes you'd care to share?


Ferry Blackwell: Lookie here! I'll grant your wish- Toe Finger Bread's my signature dish! It's so scrumptious, you'll surly agree. Next time I bake it, I shall slice some for thee! 



Mistress Mystrella will be here on Friday to take us on a tour of the haunted Hillbrow House in Newtown, CT. See you there!


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38 comments:

  1. I loved this post and am already looking forward to a virtual tour of Hillbrow House.

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    1. Glad you enjoyed it, Barbara! :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  2. Cool... I thought maybe everyone was trying to scare Macy for she had done to them... instead no one believed her because she did this to so many people... good story xox ♡♡

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    1. Launna- So happy you were taken by surprise and enjoyed the story. :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  3. So never cry Ferry Blackwell or things may not end so swell? lol

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    1. Pat- Exactly! :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  4. Nice. Such a fun short read. I'm glad she won out in the end!

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    1. Crystal- So happy you liked it! :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  5. That was a good one! I had shivers at times wondering how it would play out!

    betty

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    1. Betty- Yeah! Glad you were wondering how it would all turn out. :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  6. What a great read! Macy is rather ingenious! And an old monster like Ferry Blackwell has a thing or two to learn about this current century. :)

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    1. Cherie- Yes, Ferry Blackwell definitely doesn't understand the ways of the world today. :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  7. That was a great short read!

    (Toe-finger bread looks positively creepy!)

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    1. Sherry- We agree about the bread! :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  8. Ghost fingers and toes are too flimsy for bread. Which is the REAL reason he doesn't go ghost hunting.
    Great post.

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    1. Elephant's Child- So true! No meat on ghost fingers and toes! :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  9. Toe finger bread... yikes. That was a fun little tale. Thanks for sharing. Happy Halloween.

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    1. Heidi- Definitely not bread we would want to eat (or be a part of). :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  10. I loved this short read. Thrilling!

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    1. Thanks, Olivia Rose! :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  11. Very spooky. Excellent.
    Hi, Cate!

    Hi, Ladies.

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    1. Sandra- Thanks so much. We love Cate too! Thanks for visiting. :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  12. Great story. And just in time for the holidays.

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    1. Lady Lilith- It is Ferry's time of year for sure. :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  13. Great to meet Ferry. That was a scary story. Can't wait to read about the tour of the haunted house.

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    1. Stephanie- It is right up your alley with the scary posts you have been sharing every Friday! :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  14. Brrr scary story! I hope I can still sleep now :) Loving the drawings!

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    1. Wen- Ferry is scary! So happy you enjoyed the drawings. Thanks! :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  15. Wow, scary indeed! That would have had me nervous for weeks had I read it as a kid. Growing up and living in southern New Jersey, I had enough trouble with the folklore about the Jersey Devil.

    Have a great weekend!

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    1. Karen- Growing up with local scary folklore would be frightful. Spooky stories are definitely fun- but they can have lingering effects. :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  16. Ooh, not this was a creepy read which I enjoyed! I liked the interview at the end as well nice. Brilliant post :3

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    1. Olivia- Savannah, So happy you enjoyed the spooky read and the interview. :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  17. Great post, not sure about the two fingert bread..LOL

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    1. Kimba- We are with you! Stay away from the finger toe bread. :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  18. Love spooky stories and old houses. Enjoyed the tour of the house too that I just took. Happy Halloween.

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    1. Beverly- Something about the fall begs for spooky stories. Thanks for stopping by and reading our tale. :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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  19. Sounds like a good Halloween story. I enjoyed the voice of your character, she was fun. :)

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    1. Molly- So glad you enjoyed it. :) ~Stephanie and Jess

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