TITLE: Ghost Moon Night
GENRE: Paranormal Mystery
I was six when I first discovered the peculiar nature of Ghost Moon Night.
"You must stay indoors from dusk until dawn," Mother said one moonless evening.
"I'm thirsty," I whined. "I want water from the pump."
Mother said I had to wait until sun-up, but I didn't want to wait that long. I snuck out the back door and ran past the ditch where the labandera washed the clothes, to the outside kitchen where the pump was.
Someone had already beaten me to it. At first I thought it was Trining, the servant-girl, but realized it wasn't. For one thing, Trining had just cut her hair with a pair of dull scissors, and this girl had long hair over a dark shawl.
She had her back turned towards me. I heard the handle of the pump creak as she lifted it up, the gush of water hitting the ground. Next came a horrible noise. Even now, seventy years later, the hairs on my arm stand on end when I think about it.
It was the sound of an animal slurping noisily, gulping in mouthfuls, with satisfied growls coming from the back of its throat.
I stood there frozen, then turned right around and ran to the back door. I twisted the knob, but it wouldn't budge. I must have accidentally locked it behind me. I pounded on the door and cried, "Mother! Mother!"