10-26-25 - Jack and Jill Halloween All Ages Spooky Stories
Welcome back to another spooky
scary skeleton stories with Jack and Jill.
And they had so much spooky fun last
year that they brought friends along
this year to join the fun. Meet Bones
the Dog and Pumpkin the Cat.
And they are excited to share some
bone tingling (but not too scary)
stories with us today.
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Bones is going to start us with a
story about how to be a good dog,
a good ghost dog, yes you are.
(pet the dog)
This is a story about a
White Dog named Ghost.
https://people.howstuffworks.com/culture-traditions/holidays-halloween/ghost-stories.htm#pt3
Once there was a boy who had
a friendly white dog named Ghost.
Joey and Ghost were best friends.
They loved to roam the countryside
looking for adventure. They
climbed rocks and waded
through cool streams.
Joey's neighbors all liked Ghost, too.
One day, Farmer Green saw the
two friends walk by his farm.
"There goes that boy and his
white dog again," he said.
"They're lucky to have each other."
That day, Joey and Ghost were
hunting squirrels. They never caught any.
But the chase was the fun part.
Ghost would sniff them out.
Then the two friends would run
after the squirrel until it hid in a tree.
Suddenly, Ghost spotted a squirrel.
Then Joey saw the squirrel.
Ghost ran around a rock. When
Joey got to the other side of the rock,
he stopped. Ghost barked at Joey.
"What's wrong, boy?" he asked.
Ghost kept barking until Joey
backed up behind the rock.
Then Ghost moved. Now Joey could
see why his friend was barking.
A large black snake was coiled up
next to the rock! Ghost had protected Joey.
"What a good boy!" Joey said.
"Let's go home."
That night, Joey said good night to Ghost.
Then he left a treat for him
on the doorstep. "See you in the morning,"
he said.
The next morning, Joey jumped out of bed
and ran downstairs. Outside, he whistled
for Ghost. "Gho-o-o-st! Come here, boy,"
he called. But Ghost did not come.
Joey wondered where his best friend could be.
He ran to the barn to find his father.
"Have you seen Ghost?" he asked.
Joey's dad climbed down from the tractor.
"Son, I found Ghost this morning,"
his father started. "He wasn't moving,
so I took him to Dr. Parker's house.
I'm afraid there was nothing he could do.
Ghost was very old."
Joey was heartbroken. He would miss
his friend so much. He wondered who
would explore the woods with him.
After Ghost was gone, Joey spent
most of his time alone in the woods.
He walked along the creeks where
he had once played with Ghost.
One day, Joey ventured farther than
he had ever gone before. He was
walking along the edge of a ravine.
Suddenly, he lost his footing.
The rock gave way and Joey landed
on a ledge below. Joey's leg was twisted
and scraped. He could not
climb out of the ravine.
Joey yelled for help. But no one was
close enough to hear him.
A few miles down the road, Farmer Green
was working in his field.
It was a very hot day. He wiped the
sweat from his brow. Just then,
he noticed a white dog running
towards him. It looked like Joey's dog.
The dog barked and barked at Farmer Green.
"Hey Ghost, how're you doing?"
he said. "Haven't seen you in a while."
The dog continued to bark at him.
Farmer Green tried to drive his
tractor through the rows of beans.
But the dog ran right in front
of the tractor's wheels.
Farmer Green blew the tractor's horn.
But the dog would not budge.
Finally, Farmer Green turned
off the engine and climbed down
from his tractor.
"Where's your friend?" he asked.
"Now go find him."
The dog was very persistent.
He continued to bark at Farmer Green.
Then he ran up to Farmer Green.
He grabbed the man's trousers
in his mouth and tried to pull him along.
"Whoa! Okay!" said Farmer Green.
"I'm coming. Let's go."
Farmer Green followed the dog
through the woods.
They wandered for miles through
thick brush and tall trees.
Every few feet the dog would look
back at Farmer Green. He wanted
to be sure the man was following him.
They came closer to the ravine.
The dog disappeared in the brush.
"Now where did you go?"
called the farmer. Then he heard
the boy's cries.
Joey was trying to yell for help.
He had almost given up. Then he
heard a man yelling back to him.
"Hello-o-o!" yelled Farmer Green.
"Are you hurt?"
Joey looked up from the ledge.
He could see Farmer Green standing
at the edge of the ravine. The man
was peering down at Joey. He could
barely see the boy through the trees.
"I'm okay, but my leg is hurt,"
Joey yelled back. "I can't make
it up there all by myself."
"Hang on," said the farmer.
"I'll help you up."
Farmer Green found a strong vine.
He held one end of the vine.
Then he threw the other end to Joey.
"Use this to pull yourself up," he said.
Joey grabbed onto the vine.
It was strong and thick like a rope.
Using his good leg, Joey pulled
himself up the side of the ravine.
Near the top, Farmer Green
reached over and pulled
Joey onto the rocks.
"Thank you," said Joey. He tried
to catch his breath.
Farmer Green helped Joey sit up
on the rocks. "Let's have a look
at that leg," he said.
Joey's leg was still bleeding.
"It hurts," Joey said,
"but I think I can walk."
"Let's find a branch you can
use as a crutch," Farmer Green said.
Farmer Green pulled the bark
off one end of the branch.
Then he helped Joey to his feet.
"You can use this branch as a crutch,"
he said. "Now let's get you home."
Joey stood up shakily. "Thank you,
Farmer Green," he said.
Joey steadied himself with the crutch.
Farmer Green held onto his other arm.
Then they hiked through the brush.
When they came to a clearing,
Farmer Green spoke. "That's some dog
you got there!" he said.
"What do you mean?" asked Joey.
"I mean, you'd still be sitting
in that ravine if that white dog
didn't show me where you were,"
said Farmer Green. "He came
to my field and barked and barked.
Then he led me out into the
woods to find you."
Joey could not believe what
Farmer Green was saying.
"That couldn't have been my dog, sir,"
whispered the boy. "My dog died
almost a month ago."
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Even a ghost dog can be a good dog,
and a good storyteller.
Now for a purr-fectly spooky story
from our kitty cat pumpkin.
Pumpkin is a Witch’s Cat, and she
wants to share a very special story
about a Witch’s Cat that was
a little different then the rest.
This is
https://readmeastoryink.com/wp-content/uploads/stories/the_witchs_cats_kitten.pdf
THE WITCH’S CAT’S KITTEN
By Shirley And Aldarilla Beistle
ONCE upon a Halloween there was a
witch’s cat that was unhappy.
It wasn’t that she was unhappy
about the witch, for she had lived
with her most of her lives.
She wasn’t unhappy about riding
on the broomstick, either.
It was exciting to sail over the moon
and swoop down to frighten children
on Halloween. The witch’s cat knew
that children really liked to be frightened.
They even made Jack O’ Lanterns
to frighten each other.
No, it was none of these things that
made the cat unhappy. It was her secret.
Every year since she could remember,
Shadow, for that was the witch’s cat’s name,
had had a family of beautiful kittens.
They were always born in the spring
when the flowers were beginning to bloom.
Shadow’s kittens were always
as black as night.
They had the biggest green eyes
and the very sleekest fur. The Old Witch
was proud of them, for the young witches
begged for Shadow’s kittens when they
were preparing for their first rides.
This year, just two weeks before Halloween,
Shadow had a kitten—one kitten.
She looked down on her tiny baby
in wonder and alarm, for it did not look
like her other kittens. Never had she
seen such a witch’s cat’s kitten.
The Old Witch would be very Angry.
Shadow tried to think how she could
hide her baby. She was sure the
Old Witch would not like the new kitten,
though it was the finest baby
she had ever seen. She must keep
the secret as long as she could.
The Old Witch must not know about this
wonderful child of hers.
At first it was easy, for all the kitten
did was eat and sleep in the old basket
in the pantry cupboard. Then her
eyes opened. Shadow was pleased
and yet alarmed to see that they
were blue instead of the usual green.
Now that the kitten could see her mother,
it was high time for her to learn to talk.
All witches’ cats can talk. That is part
of the fun of being a witch’s cat.
So Shadow taught her baby to be very polite.
The kitten learned to say,
“Yes, please,” and “No, thank you,”—
all the proper words that might please
the witch on that dreadful day
when Shadow’s secret would be discovered.
So far the Old Witch had not suspected
a thing. She was too busy worrying
about herself. The Old Witch had been
worrying because she was wishing for
something that would never come true.
What she wanted more than anything
else in the world
was to be frightened—really frightened—
the way children were when she peered
into their faces on Halloween.
They shrieked and yelled with
excitement and, as she sailed away again,
she could hear the shrieks turn
into gales of laughter.
In all these years the Old Witch
had never been frightened.
She had never laughed with excitement.
Who was there to frighten her?
She knew every witch and ghost and goblin
in Witchhollow. She even knew all
the other witches’ cats, for they were
always Shadow’s kittens.
Still, the Old Witch couldn’t help wishing.
The more she thought of it, the more worried
and angry she became. She jumped up
from her chair in a fury and hobbled
out into the kitchen to look for the cat.
Her voice was shrill and high.
Shadow rose hastily from the basket,
giving her kitten loving push into
a corner of the bed. She had hardly
reached the kitchen door when the
lonesome kitten called after her,
“Meow, meow.”
“Bless the bumps on a toad,” shrieked
the Old Witch, “what was that?”
“It sounded sort of—like—a—kitten,”
faltered Shadow.
“Sounded like—” snorted the witch,
“What do YOU know about a kitten?”
Thump, thump went her feet toward
the pantry. “I’ll see for myself.”
The Old Witch flung open the
cupboard door. There in the middle
of the basket sat the witch’s cat’s kitten.
When she saw the Old Witch, she stood up
on her four wobbly little paws
and said politely, “How do you do?”
The witch was not listening.
Her voice rose higher and higher,
and her finger shook with anger
as she pointed it at the basket.
“White—that kitten’s white!
Get it out of this house—
get it out this minute.”
“I know it’s white,” the mother cat said meekly.
“But do witches’ cats always have to be black?”
“Certainly they do. A white cat
will bring us bad luck. Take it away.”
“I’m getting old,” went on Shadow,
as if she had not heard what the
Old Witch said. “I won’t be able to ride
your broom much longer.
You’d better keep this Kitten.”
“Never. I’ll go without a witch’s cat
rather than keep this white one.
She’s bad luck,” shrieked the witch.
“I must have a black cat.”
“You’re in a very bad temper,”
spoke up Shadow stubbornly.
“You’ll like her better Tomorrow.”
“Temper! Who wouldn’t have a temper?
Here it is Halloween, a day
that is fun for everyone but me.”
Shadow was surprised. “I thought
you liked Halloween?”
The Old Witch was almost crying now.
She was sorry for herself all over again.
“Am I ever frightened? Does anyone ever
try to scare me? And now, now in my
very own house, everything is going wrong.
You don’t want to ride on my broom
anymore and you want me to ride
with a white kitten!”
She reached down and picked up
the little white kitten by the
back of her neck, pulled open
the kitchen door and tossed her
out into the yard.
Shadow closed her eyes in misery.
What would happen to her baby?
If only the Old Witch would go at once,
she could run outside and find the kitten.
There still might be some way
of making the witch change her mind.
The Old Witch wasn’t happy.
That was the trouble.
There was a whir in the air.
Shadow opened her eyes to see
the Old Witch fly past the window
on her traveling broom.
She did not bother to peer out the
window as all the witches and their cats
gathered together to start on
their journey toward the earth.
She did not even see the ghosts
who left a few moments later.
Shadow was very busy, thinking.
Perhaps there was a way to please
the bad-tempered Old Witch
and save her kitten, too.
It was past midnight when the witches
began returning. The Old Witch
was the last to get back.
She hobbled wearily in at her gate.
The trip alone without Shadow
had not been easy and she was tired.
Suddenly she stopped.
There in the moonlight was a ghost.
It wasn’t any of her neighbors—
it was a ghost of a cat. It did not mew—
it did not cry—it floated in the moonlight
without making a sound.
It floated toward her and rose
on its hind feet. In the shadows
it seemed to
grow bigger and bigger—
then it began to wail:
“I am the ghost of a witch’s cat,
The ghost, the ghost of a witch’s cat,
I chill your bones,
I haunt your homes,
For I am the ghost of a witch’s cat.”
Strange things began to happen
to the Old Witch. Her knees
began to shake, her hands and feet
turned cold and she caught her breath.
Was she frightened?
Could she be frightened?
Something brushed against her foot.
It felt like a cat’s bushy tail.
Something pulled at the shoelace
of her high pointed shoes.
Would a ghost cat do a thing like that?
The Old Witch opened her eyes,
and the witch’s cat’s kitten
stopped playing with her shoelaces.
“Happy Halloween,” said the kitten.
The witch began to chuckle.
“By the bumps on a toad,” she laughed.
“You are my own Shadow’s kitten,
and you are the most wonderful,
most frightening ghost kitten
I have ever seen. From now on
I’m going to be the only witch
in all Witchhollow with a ghost kitten
instead of a black cat.
Come, kitty, let’s go home.”
If it had not been so dark,
and if the Old Witch had not
been so busy smiling at the
witch’s cat’s kitten, she might have seen
Shadow walking close behind them.
Shadow was purring.
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What a clever cat.
Wonderful stories as always,
but it is getting late and we have a big day
ahead of us at the Witch’s Ball,
so let’s settle in for a nap with
a bedtime story “Goodnight Goon”
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