There were three of them in the car that Halloween Night when Mundy Selkirk turned up on Latona Road.
She was walking into town and they were driving out of town and had they not turned around and picked her up the Henshaw’s Party would not have been short a Pirate, a French Maid and a Zombie for the first part of their party. But the fact is they did turn around because they saw Mundy Selkirk in a Mourning Dress and carrying a the knife she killed her family with over 100 years ago right there in Burnstone out at the Selkirk farmhouse.
” That is the best Mundy Selkirk costume I have ever seen ” the French Maid ( Lee Bressler ) screamed at the top of her lungs ” turn around now!”
The Pirate ( David Lindall ) said ” no ” but he did turn around because the Zombie ( Lister ) was his older brother and he was agreeing with Lee. So at that point he knew that nobody in the car was listening to him.
They pulled up along side Mundy Selkirk, but she was not as pale and ghostly looking as the ten or so other Mundy Selkirk’s they’d already run into on their way to the Henshaw’s. This Mundy was a little dusty and sweaty looking, she looked annoyed when they signaled for her to stop.
” What?” she shouted at them
” That is the best Mundy Selkirk costume ever.” Lee said enthusiastically. ” Where did you get it from?”
Mundy stopped and glared into the car. ” My Mother made it for me.”
” Your Mother is cool.” Lister told her.
Mundy seemed to consider what she had just heard Lister say. ” I suppose so.”
” Look, we can give you a ride into town if you want. It’s not a big deal. “
” Well. It would save me some time. I have to get back into town, I don’t want to be late.”
Mundy got into the back seat with Lister and as she slid into the car she handed Lister her knife. ” Watch yourself it’s sharp.” She told him.
” You’re taking a real knife to a party?”
” Well. Yes. ” She said slowly.
The ride into town was short but on that short ride they learned that this Mundy Selkirk liked to read poetry, she played the piano and she had a rose garden.
” So what is your interest in Mundy Selkirk?” David asked from the front seat. ” Most people who are into Mundy Selkirk are into the goth thing and it sounds like you’re into the, I don’t know flower thing.”
” The Goth thing?” Mundy asked
” Yeah, you know, they’re into vampires and…”
“Vampires?” Mundy echoed.
” Well. Some of them think they’re real and-“
” There are people out there who believe in Vampires and ress up like, M-“
” Yep. And they are into the Vampire thing in a very big way.”
” Mundy Selkirk was not a Vampire.”
” Who knows? ” Lee said with a laugh. ” They said all of her victims had been drained of their blood. “
” You don’t think that the fact she cut their throats had something to do with that, do you?” Mundy Selkirk asked.
” Well, what happened to it then? All of that blood…”
” Took a very long time to clean up, but it was days before anyone knew something had happened at the House. Mundy had all the time in the world to do what she had to do.”
Mundy tapped the back of David’s headrest with her knife. ” You can let me out here. I’m going to the Bitterman’s House. Honestly. Mundy Selkirk a vampire.”
” So what do you think happened to the real Mundy Selkirk? ” Lee asked Mundy.
” They found her in the woods. ” Mundy told her.
” Well. Yes. But what do you think killed her?”
” She was not alive. ” Mundy said, ” and she hadn’t been for a very long time- that’s all I know.”
David watched Mundy walk up to the Bitterman’s B&B, they hosted a Halloween Party there for the guests every Halloween. The Bitterman party had nothing to do with Mundy Selkirk, Bitterman’s back in the day had been a Funeral Parlor.
As Mundy made her way up the walk, swinging her knife from side to side Lister could see the heavy white thread running up the back of Mundy Selkirk’s dress- that was a weird touch Lister thought.
That’s what they did in funeral homes he had learned a few years ago at the Bitterman’s Halloween Party a few years ago- some funeral directors cut the clothes in the back to fit them on to the corpses and then they sewed them up the back with heavy thread.
They weren’t tailors so Lister imagined it looked just like the back of Mundy Selkirk’s dress- the stitches were loose and the fabric was bunched up in places up and down her spine.
Just then she turned and waved as they pulled away from the curb, she was waving goodbye with her knife.
And she was smiling.