We soared through the night, Luna and I, two corgi witches, gripping tight to our broomsticks.
“Hurry up!” I barked. “We must be back before midnight!”
Luna yelped excitedly. Halloween night was the only time we could fly freely, without our humans noticing.
But something felt different this year. The air was heavy. I felt a presence, cold and watchful. Something deep in the shadows stirred, slithering through the night.
Its gaze was a physical thing. Luna whimpered. She sensed it, too.
“We should land,” she growled nervously.
A thick, black cloud boiled up towards us, swirling, coiling around our back paws, pulling us downward. Its whispers filled our ears with dark promises.
I howled in panic. We fell.
It was that blimmin’ black labrador from next door, leaping up to catch us before we got our paws on the bacon!
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