” Tia, do you know the story about the Gates to Hell, you know, the real story. Not one of those made up ones.”
Harley’s Aunt Domino was sitting in a chair in her sewing room, working on one of her needlepoint projects.
” Go ask you Uncle. ”
” But he told me to ask you- he said you’re the one that traveled all over the world back in the day. He said you’d know. Come on Tia, I really want a good story to tell at the Halloween Party tonight. And thank you Tia for letting me have it here. You’re the best. ”
” You’re welcome Sweetness. Now. I’ve seen some strange things. Did I tell you I’ve seen a witch making a deal with the devil and ghosts drowning at Sea- forever poor things- and I watched a dead woman wind her way down a tree like a snake? Oh wait, I’ve seen that at least three times. Those post mortem possessions are a dime a dozen. Never mind.
” But no Gate to Hell?”
Domino put her needlepoint down and reached for her Niece’s hand. ” I’m sorry sweetness. No. I’ve never been to one or seen one. But I do have a nice collection of shrunken heads you can use at your party. How’s about that?”
Harley’s disappointment fell away from her face, ” Did you make them yourself?”
” I certainly did. But you might want to leave that part out. Be careful with them though. You know what happens when the stitches come loose from their mouths. ”
” Yes Tia, I know.”
” Good girl. Now take care of them, they’re my treasures you know.”
” I will.” Harley happily sprinted out of the room and Domino called after her, ” Harley. Harley come back here. Shut that door now. ”
” Sorry Tia.”
” It’s okay, ” Domino picked her needlepoint back up. ” Wouldn’t want somebody wandering in here by accident. They’d have a devil of a time trying to get away from your Tia once they come through that door, wouldn’t they?”
Domino smiled down into her needlepoint hoop and Harley’s face lit up like a Jack -O-Lantern.
” You’re the best Tia ” Harley cried as she ran out of the room and pulled the door closed behind her.