G. A luck day

A LUCKY DAY

Friday, best day of the week Sean and Ann both finish work early do the
weekend shopping and go home. Sean relaxes in his chair with a glass of
brandy while Ann
Yes you have guessed it catches up all with the housework.
Sean and Ann live in the sleepy little village of Corncrop. It was a
little bit behind the times, I mean it did not have gas or any thing
that modern, most people still had coal fires, but it was nice
un-spoiled community spirit and all that.

Sean and Ann live at the top the main street and the road sweeps down
with little lanes branching off to all the other homes, so Sean had a
very good view of what or who was coming. So Sean would sit in his
chair and look down the street and sip his glass of brandy. It was a
bleak day it was kinder raining well drizzling, the rain held down the
smoke from those old coal fires and made the day seem hazy or was it
the brandy. Well if it was the brandy Sean still got up and got another
glass and sat down again to spy on all the people of Corncrop. "Look
look Ann come here old Jim grape has got a new push bike," Sean
shouted. " Well I can not wait to see it" Ann said in a Mickey taking
voice. "MMMM yeath all right ya sarky mare" Sean grunted. But then
something else caught Sean's attention; it was an old funeral carriage
Sean could just about make it out it was right at the bottom of the
street he called Ann to come and see but the time she came to look it
had turned off the main street, "you have had too much Brandy Ann
snapped" "get lost" Sean grunted "I heard that" Ann said "what I never
said nothing" Sean said with his little boy lost voice.
Ann got on with the housework while Sean sipped his brandy and spied
down the Street their it was again the funeral carriage led by a man
dressed in top hat and tails
All in black as you would expect and a along black veil hanging down
from his top hat and two white horses with black headgear. Sean thought
to his self 'no one has died as far as I know, but if they have they
are having a really old fashioned funeral'
The ghostly precession turned down another side street and was out of
sight for a few minutes, but sure enough their it was again Sean
thought to his self 'they must be looking for the right house they must
be lost'. By this time the rain was getting a little harder and it was
tapping on the window this made Sean feel a bit un-easy.
The ghostly precession was only three streets away now but still it
aproched.
Sean cupped his hand and blew in it to cool his self down he was
feeling a little hot
A bead of sweat ran down his fore-head followed by another, he was
starting to fear this ghostly traveller one street away now. 'Aaaaahhh
that the last street they will find houses now', Sean poured a large
glass of brandy and settled down feeling reassured,
That when the ghostly precession appears again it will turn right, back
down to the church where the funeral must be of coarse. But no it
turned left Sean and Ann's
Was the last house in the Village, 'they must be passing through to the
next village
Waxmarsh, that's it' Sean said to his self. But the ghostly carriage
stopped out side
The house the ghostly undertaker turned and looked through Sean's
window and
Beckoned Sean, the white face and black eyes of this ghostly figure was
harrowing
To say the least. Sean pointed to himself as if to say "what me you
want me?" The
The white face spectre nodded. Sean said "no not me" he gripped the
arms of the chair
To no avail what ever it was pulling him he could not fight it was to
overpowering
He tried to turn round to grip the table but could not his hands just
passed through it
And as he looked back he could see himself still sitting in his chair.
Sean screamed
"NOO NOOO" but he could not fight this power that was pulling him down
the garden
Path and towards the ghostly carriage, the spectre smiled and showed
it's blackened teeth and opened the door and ushered Sean in side. The
spectre closed the door and led the ghostly carriage away. Sean looked
back at his home and screamed but no one
Heard his cry.
"Wake up wake up SEAN WAKE UP" Ann shouted. Ann shook him thinking he
had over done the brandy again but Sean's head just slumped forward
"SEAN SEAN WAKE UP" Ann shook him again she felt for a pulse but their
was nothing he was dead, Ann run to the phone to call for help but the
phone was dead no tone, Ann run out side and shouted for help. Fell to
her knees in the road and cried along with the rain, She did not know
what to do.
By this time the ghostly funeral party was two miles out of Corncrop
and at the turn for Waxmarsh. All of a sudden their was a loud crash of
steel and the twisting of metal.
Ann is still in the street totally drenched by the rain, then all of a
sudden a reassuring
Hand gripped her shoulder. "Ann Ann what's the matter why are you
crying out in the rain like this" "Sean" Ann turned around she could
not believe her eyes " I thought you were dead Sean" she said in a tear
jerked voice. "God so did I, I had the most horrible dream well night
mare really come back in Ann and I will tell you all about it" Just
then a Ambulance screamed through Corncrop past Sean's and Ann's
house.
They went in side and Sean told Ann about the bad dream he had just
had.
Sean told Ann of the ghostly funeral party and the smiling spectre with
the black teeth and hollow eyes. "It pulled me some force I could not
fight it, it was to strong
I was trapped inside the carriage and it took me out of Corncrop I
screamed and screamed but no-one heard me we came to a stop at the turn
for Waxmarsh then their was aloud crash and the Ghostly undertaker came
round to the back of the Hurst opened the door and said "it's your
lucky day get out GET OUT only room for one,this one is fresh" " I can
still smell his breath it was so vile rotting flesh or the smell of
death, then I woke with a jerk, well that's it Ann what a dream" "God
that was&;#8230; god" Ann was lost for words for the moment. They
gave each other a cuddle had a nice hot shower and went to bed for the
rest of the afternoon. They both fell a sleep and did not wake up to
about half past five. The sleep was long and peaceful it was to late to
cook the evening meal so they went to the local Pub (The Reapers Rest)
and ordered their meal, while they were waiting they heard some people
talking about a real bad motor-bike crash on the Waxmarsh turn the
biker was killed out right. Sean butted in on the conversation
"Uuum sorry to butt in was this today, this bike crash" " yes mate
about two twenty
bad smash really bad smash" Ann over heard the conversation and looked
at Sean "no
Just one of them things I mean well, you know" Sean said with a totally
unconvincing voice. "More brandy Sean" Ann asked.
Well did Sean have a lucky day? Or did he see a bit of the future? Was
the future Sean's or the poor biker? So if you look out of your window
and you see that ghostly funeral party coming down or up your Street
and it's ghostly approach draws nearer to your door you had better pray
and hope it's your LUCK DAY.