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The Battle Of Halloween | A Story Under the Stars (Read In English) | Stories Sotto Le Stelle Podcast | Short Stories For Children And The Young At Heart

10/18/24 • 13 min

The Battle Of Halloween

Three friends, neighbors and very curious, met every afternoon, after finishing their homework, at the playground in their village nestled in the green Tuscan hills. There, sitting on a bench in the middle of the lawn, they plotted how to end the day with fun. Usually, they got up to mischief and sometimes ended up in peculiar situations.

The days passed, and summer was now just a memory. But despite a bit of rain and an autumn breeze, one afternoon they met on the usual bench. After much scheming, they gathered all their courage and decided that one of these nights, they would secretly go to the old abandoned cemetery. It was located behind the church, at the foot of the hill, about 2 kilometers from the village center.

Ghost stories linked to the cemetery, whispered by the elders, had discouraged them many times; moreover, they had heard rumors of a strange character, somewhere between real and imaginary—a mysterious guardian who sometimes watched over the main gate at night.

It was autumn, dense clouds darkened the sky, and the days were gray and foggy—the perfect season for the adventure of the three kids, before winter arrived. The calendar marked October 31, and that very night, Halloween night, would be simply perfect.

A handshake, then a goodbye, and each went home. They had dinner and went to bed early as usual, not to arouse suspicion. Lying in bed, they dozed off, but in their half-sleep, every noise—the bang of a shutter, the creaking of the floor, or the squeak of a door—seemed like spirits moving, maybe ready to join them on their adventure. As planned, at exactly the tenth toll of the bell from the church tower, they snuck out, each from their bedroom window, slipping out through the back of their houses.

Almost at the same time, they met at the designated spot and in the darkness made their way toward the cemetery. Lina, who seemed the bravest, held a small flashlight, pointing it behind her to light the way for Sara and Teo, the other two companions in the adventure.

They were all a bit nervous, stopping to hide at the slightest rustle or the appearance of a sudden shadow. Once they reached the church, they hurried determinedly towards the entrance of the cemetery, and that’s where the night started to get interesting.

For starters, Martino, the mysterious guardian they had heard so much about, was really there. They saw him with their own eyes in front of the old, rusty, and decaying gate. He was sitting, half-asleep, but certainly alert to the slightest noise. He held a still-lit pipe in one hand and a harmonica in the other. A jet-black raven perched on his right shoulder, and a small yet regal-looking dog sat by his left side, keeping him company.

The fear of being discovered froze them instantly. They caught their breath and, in the blink of an eye, reached the wobbly fence barely standing at the back of the cemetery. From there, they climbed a large elm tree and sat on the highest branches. The call of some owls with big, piercing eyes echoed like a dark omen, but a glow unexpectedly appeared on the other side of the crumbling wall.

From the large elm, Lina, Sara, and Teo witnessed an unusual and astonishing sight. In front of them lay a well-kept green park, like a secret garden. Small graves, with tombstones shaped like dogs, cats, and other pets, adorned with flowers of every shade, were scattered in every corner.

In the central part stood imposing statues representing sacred figures for the cemetery and its inhabitants. These were the statues of the Royal Frog, the Wise Turtle, the Noble Horse, the Mysterious Cat, and the Faithful Dog.

Looking around from their vantage point, they saw pumpkins of various sizes, carved with images of animals and lit by candles. Lanterns and various objects typical of Halloween Night were placed around the graves. Curious, they decided to climb down from the elm and, little by little, started walking toward the park, paying attention to the movements of the faint, flickering lights that cut through the mist. The atmosphere was enchanted and magical.

They moved quietly, Lina always leading the way. Every now and then, she would stop Sara and Teo, saying, “Do you hear that noise? Are we sure it’s not a ghost?”
“N-n-no, just the wind... we hope,” whispered Sara and Teo — But it was Halloween Night, and anything could happen.

In the center of the park, the spirits of the animals living in the cemetery jumped and flew, carried by the air with the help of colorful pinwheels spun by a gentle breeze. It was a full-on celebration. Paper lanterns lit up small stalls filled with all kinds of treats for the joy of the animals. Cookies and snacks shaped like little ghosts, skulls, and bats, small fruit pumpkins, and—believe it or not—mini chicken and turkey sausages for dogs, and fish ones for cats!

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The Tribe of Wandering Shoes Part Two | A Story Under the Stars in Four Parts. Just like the seasons! The Autumn Adventure (Read In English) | Stories Sotto Le Stelle Podcast | Short Stories For Children And The Young At Heart

The Tribe of Wandering Shoes

A Story Under the Stars in Four Parts. Just like the seasons!

This Is The Second Part: The Autumn Adventure.

The season was changing. The warm, sunny days of summer had given way to crisp and fresh mornings, often with a layer of fog beginning to cover the fields. The days were getting shorter, and the cool wind made the leaves fall — the street sweepers with their brooms couldn't gather them fast enough before another strong gust brought down just as many.

The Tribe of the Wandering Shoes gathered for an extraordinary meeting; they all agreed that it was time to leave the beaches and resume their adventure before dark clouds full of rain appeared on the horizon.

They packed their bags, put together some provisions, and cheerfully set off toward the Tuscan countryside. They walked through fragrant woods, where the leaves crunched under their feet and the colors of the trees painted the landscape with shades of red, orange, and gold.

The Wandering Shoes felt the first drops of autumn rain as they wandered through winding paths and small villages. Everywhere they went, they saw other signs of the seasonal change: pumpkins on porches, scarecrows guarding the last cornfields, and the smell of spices in the air.

At one point, they reached a small country town, where preparations for Halloween were already in full swing, and that’s when the rain began to pour down heavily. The streets, flooded with water, looked like small streams, and the shoes were completely soaked.

They tried to climb onto the roofs of the houses, but the tiles, slippery like soap, made them fall back down. They didn’t know what to do anymore, but luckily, at that moment, along came Senapino the donkey, pulling a cart.

It was Halloween, and his load consisted of yellow pumpkins, round and of various sizes. Senapino stopped and kindly said to the shoes: "Hop on, I'll give you a lift!"

The shoes didn’t need to be told twice, and full of joy, they jumped on in the blink of an eye. They squeezed together as much as possible to make room among the pumpkins, and the good donkey, understanding they needed a dry place, took them out of town.

After a short journey, they arrived in front of an abandoned barn with a very tall tower.

"In the tower, you'll be warm, and from its top, you can enjoy a beautiful view: the starry sky at night and the red roofs of the town by day. A perfect place for Halloween night."

Senapino invited them to get off and, after saying goodbye, resumed his journey, slowly disappearing into the distance.

No door blocked the dark entrance of the tower, so the Wandering Shoes went in and climbed the old stone staircase worn by time. As they climbed slowly, they heard a bouncing noise behind them. Turning around, they saw the pumpkins following them step by step.

Some torches lit up by magic, and suddenly the stairs were illuminated by faint, flickering flames. Once they reached the top, the whole Tribe settled into the tower-barn, accompanied by the pumpkins that had followed them. They dried off well and thought it would be fun to celebrate Halloween together.

To create the right atmosphere, they carved the pumpkins from Senapino’s cart, placed candle stubs found among the barn’s junk inside them, and after lighting them, placed them on the windowsills and terrace. The tower, with its glowing pumpkins, could be seen from afar, and it was a sight to behold. Surely the villagers would appreciate the view.

But then, suddenly, incredibly, and unexpectedly, all the pumpkins, with a jump, transformed into spiders with long legs and big, glowing red eyes. They quickly started hunting down the Wandering Shoes, as if they had always been their favorite prey.

What a fright! What chaos!

There were shoes running in every direction and others hiding behind the braver ones, who, stretching out their laces, tied themselves together like a magical web. In no time, this web intertwined and grew out of control, forming an enchanted shield around the shoes to protect them.

The spiders, furious, began jumping and climbing everywhere like mad but were unable to catch any prey. After several attempts, disappointed, they scurried down the stairs, abandoning the barn and heading toward the town in search of new victims. But the streets were filled with floating ghosts, white like sheets, and as they brushed against the scary spiders, they transformed them back into friendly glowing pumpkins.

The danger had been averted. It was Halloween night, and as we all know, on this enchanted night, anything can happen.

Even in the tower, the Wandering Shoes were breathing a sigh of relief as the remaining bits of candles were burning out. Soon, darkness fell, and the restless evil forces launched a new attack.

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La Battaglia Di Halloween (Letto In Italiano) | Storie Sotto Le Stelle Podcast | Storie Brevi Per Bambini E Giovani Di Cuore

La Battaglia Di Halloween

Tre amici, vicini di casa e assai curiosi, ogni pomeriggio, dopo aver fatto i compiti, si incontravano nel parco giochi del loro paese immerso nel verde delle colline toscane. Lì, seduti su una panchina in mezzo al prato, complottavano su come finire la giornata divertendosi. Di solito, combinavano birichinate e a volte finivano anche in situazioni particolari.

I giorni passavano e l’estate era ormai solo un ricordo, ma nonostante un po’ di pioggia e un venticello autunnale, un pomeriggio si ritrovarono sulla solita panchina. Tramando e tramando, raccolsero tutto il loro coraggio e decisero che una di queste notti sarebbero andati, di nascosto, nel vecchio cimitero abbandonato. Era situato dietro la chiesa, sotto la collina, a circa 2 chilometri dal centro del paese. Storie di fantasmi legate al cimitero, raccontate sottovoce dagli anziani, li avevano più volte scoraggiati. Inoltre, avevano sentito vociferare di uno strano personaggio, fra il vero e l’immaginario, un guardiano misterioso che certe notti faceva da custode al cancello principale.

Era autunno, nuvole dense oscuravano il cielo e le giornate erano grigie e nebbiose: la stagione giusta per l’avventura dei tre ragazzi, prima dell’arrivo dell’inverno. Il calendario segnava il 31 ottobre e quella notte stessa, la notte di Halloween, sarebbe stata semplicemente perfetta.

Una stretta di mano, poi un saluto, e ognuno si diresse verso la propria casa. Cenarono e andarono a letto presto come sempre, per non destare sospetti. Adagiati sul letto, si assopirono, ma nel dormiveglia ogni rumore – lo sbattere di una persiana, lo scricchiolio del pavimento o il cigolio di una porta – lo associavano agli spiriti in movimento, che forse li avrebbero accompagnati nell’avventura. Come premeditato, esattamente al decimo rintocco dell'orologio del campanile della chiesa, sgattaiolarono fuori ognuno dalla finestra della propria camera, scivolando sul retro delle loro case.

Quasi allo stesso tempo, si ritrovarono nel punto stabilito e, nel buio, presero la strada verso il cimitero. Lina, che sembrava la più coraggiosa, aveva in mano una piccola torcia che teneva dietro di sé per illuminare la strada a Sara e Teo, gli altri due compagni d’avventura.

Tutti erano un po' nervosi, si fermavano nascondendosi al minimo fruscio o al sopraggiungere di un’ombra improvvisa. Arrivati all’altezza della chiesa, si affrettarono decisi verso l’ingresso del cimitero; ed è lì che la notte iniziò a farsi interessante. Tanto per cominciare, Martino, che era il nome del guardiano misterioso di cui avevano tanto sentito parlare, era davvero lì. Lo videro proprio con i loro occhi davanti al vecchio cancello rugginoso e decadente: era seduto, mezzo addormentato, ma sicuramente attento al minimo rumore. Reggeva la pipa ancora accesa in una mano e un’armonica nell’altra. Un corvo nerissimo, appoggiato sulla sua spalla destra, e un cane piccolo ma di presenza regale, seduto alla sua sinistra, gli facevano compagnia.

La paura di essere scoperti li bloccò all’istante. Ripresero fiato e, in un battibaleno, raggiunsero il recinto dondolante che a malapena stava ritto sul retro del cimitero. Da lì si arrampicarono su un grande olmo e si sedettero sui rami più alti. Il verso di qualche civetta con occhi grandi e penetranti risuonava come un oscuro presagio, ma un chiarore apparve inaspettatamente dall’altra parte del muro mezzo rotto. Dal grande olmo, Lina, Sara e Teo videro uno spettacolo insolito e sbalorditivo.

Davanti a loro si aprì un parco verde ben curato, come un giardino segreto. Piccole tombe, con lapidi a forma di cani, gatti e altri animali domestici, adornate con fiori dalle mille sfumature di colore, erano distribuite in ogni angolo. Nella parte centrale c’erano statue imponenti che rappresentavano figure sacre per il cimitero e i suoi abitanti. Queste erano le statue della Rana Reale, della Tartaruga Saggia, del Cavallo Nobile, del Gatto Misterioso e del Cane Fedele.

Osservando intorno dalla loro posizione, videro zucche di varie dimensioni, intagliate come immagini di animali e illuminate da candele. Lanterne e oggetti vari, tipici della Notte di Halloween, erano collocati intorno alle tombe. Incuriositi, decisero di scendere dall’olmo e, piano piano, di incamminarsi verso il parco, facendo attenzione ai movimenti delle luci deboli e tremolanti che si facevano strada nella nebbia.

L’atmosfera era incantata e magica. Si muovevano quatti quatti, Lina sempre in prima fila, e ogni tanto bloccava Sara e Teo dicendo: “Lo sentite quel rumore? Siamo sicuri che non sia un fantasma?”

“N-n-no, solo il vento... speriamo,” rispondevano Sara e Teo sottovoce — Ma era la Notte di Halloween e tutto poteva succedere.

Nel centro del parco, gli spiriti degli animali che abitavano nel cimitero saltavano e volavano trasportati dall’aria con l’aiuto di girandole variopinte spinte da un vento leggero. E...