CHAPTER IX
Into the Mist
“Isn’t it spooky?” Pauline whispered, breaking the spell that was upon Judy. The theater was so dark she couldn’t see her friend, but she could hear her voice. She was about to answer when the sound of a wailing siren reached her ears.
“What’s that?” she questioned fearfully.
Pauline touched her arm. “Judy! You’re all goose-flesh,” she whispered. “It’s only an ambulance. Probably there was an accident outside. But don’t worry about it. We’re safe enough in here.”
“I hope we are.” Judy had thought, for just a fleeting moment, that something might have happened back in the film room. Maybe an explosion or a fire. But common sense told her Pauline was right. Her attention was drawn back to the set where the fairies were now singing:
“The witch! The witch! Her curse came true.
Pray tell us, what can fairies do?”
“Nothing, my pretties!” chuckled the witch. She nodded her head so that the green hair fell in straggly wisps across her ugly face and repeated, “Nothing, my pretties. You can do nothing at all.”
“Not so! Not so!” cried all the fairies, rushing at her in a wild dance, their feet flying faster and faster as the music increased in tempo.