Little known literary equivalent of paging through a catalogue of vintage Halloween ephemera.
Authentically charming with just enough ghoulish creepiness to maintain an edge over cutesy fluff.
A witch allergic to cats has to resort to recruiting a small, black dog named Spook as her familiar. Mocked by the other cackling, contemptuous crones in her coven, she vows to create a legendary amount of mischief on Halloween night, but as she sets out, Spook slips his clumsy paws off her broomstick and pinwheels into a family’s backyard rain barrel as they’re bobbing for apples before trick-or-treating.
A search ensues and a brave young devil hitches a ride with the witch after she steals back her familiar ‘property,’ back to the coven’s cave. After debating simmering the boy in broth for an hour and tossing him in the brew, as was customary for them, the Head Witch proposes a contest for possession of the pup. Evil spells or the touch of loving innocence.
With so much Halloween scenery to chew, and opportunities for plenty of scares and laughs, I would love a faithful movie adaptation of this to include in the seasonal family tradition. The time is pumpkin-ripe for a new, nostalgic classic.