(Many years ago I heard this scary story one Halloween Night on the BBC Scottish
Radio Service. Although I did not create the original theme the tale below
is my paraphrased version).
(In the
Scots Language)
alloween Nicht’s back again bringin’ back times o’ lang syne. It’s differunt
noo; tho’ the bairns still gang oot guysin’ thae days. Noo it’s juist plain’
beggin’. They stairt up aroon’ Siptaimbur an’ jist ask folks in the streets
fur munny. No in oor time. We went guysin’ jist the yin nicht o’ the year.
Nae beggin’ in the streets fur us. We ganged roon’ the village frae door tae
door
singin’ songs an’ sayin’ poetry. Nae munnie gien in thae days—jist sweeties,
fruit, an’ nuts. But—och!—we hud great times until that last nicht lang ago
when oor innocence cam tae an awfy endin’ an’ we nivver went guysin’ again.
It aye seemed tae be richt windy oan Guysin’ Nicht; aye, an’ cawld tae.
Thair wur seevun o’ us whae aye used tae meet ootside the kirk, weel wrapt
up agin the waithur and wi the wind howlin’ roon’ us in the dark. It was great
when Jaimie cam up wi’ the neep lantern ’is faither aye used tae mak fur ’im.
He wid scoop oot aw the stuff inside. They made soup wi’ that. Then he
cut oot eyes, nose, and mooth so it luiked like a deid skull. Twa holes cut
in the toap fur a string tae cairry the thing, a caun’le inside, an’ it wiz
ready fur the guysin’.
Efter awbuddy turnt up we stairted oan oor nicht’s fun. We goat awa frae
that kirkyaird as fast us we cuid. We wiz only nine year auld an’ aw thay trees
wavin’ an dauncin’ in the wind wiz a bit creepy. Jist aside the wa’ wiz the
big yin we cawed The Giant. We goat past that fast fur it kep’ bendin’ an’
wavin’ its branches as tho’ it wiz tryin’ tae catch us. It wiz guid ta git
awa frae thair an’ stairt walking taewards the folks’ hooses wi’ licht cumin’
oot thair windaes.
Furst hoose, Mr an’ Mrs McAnn, we chappit at thur door an’ Maister McCann
opened it sayin’ “Wha’s thair oan a cauld nicht like the nicht?” We aw shouted
oot, “Pleeze tae help the guysers,” an’ he sed, “Cum awa’ in, bairnies! Show
us whoat Ye cun dae!” We sung twa songs tae thaim an’ wee Sandy wha’d brocht
alang
’is chanter gave thaim a bit tune. Then Elsie did a Hielan’ daunce uz Sandy
played anither sang.
Och it wiz great an’ we aw goat a big bag o’ sweeties an’ stuff. Oan
we went tae the nixt hoose an’ the yin efter that an’ goat mair nice things.
Then we cam by Dominie Duncan’s hoose wi’ its wild gairdun. Years back ’e wiz
the
teecher at oor wee school. Oor mithers an’ faithers hud learnt frae ’im
an’ sum sed so hud oor grandads an’ granma’s. Thae days we hud the school bus
tae Lasswade. Onywey, ’e wiz awfy, awfy auld an’ thae days a bit funny in the
heid an aw.
It wiz scary tae gang in thair, but Sandy said, “Cum oan noo if ye’re no
feer’t!” Intae that owergrawn gairden we ganged, past bushes an’ trees wavin’
in the wind, wild plamts catchin’ oor ankles. We knoacked at the door an’ heard
’im walkin’ slow tae open it. It creakit open an’ he stood luikin’ at us. Jaimie
held his neep lantern up high so it shined in the Dominie’s face.
Afore we cuid say oor messidge he luiked at that lantern funny an’ stairted
talkin’ wurds we didnae ken. Ah still mind ’im sayin’s sumthin’ aboot “Mary
Antunett”, an’ “Raivulushun” an’ a wurd like “Gillyteen”, but us wee bairns cuildna
unnerstaun’ whoat ’e wiz gaun oan aboot. Nixt thing ’e’s rinnin’ oot o’ is
gairden an’ doon the road intae the windy dark. We gaed oan oor wey gled tae
be awa frae ’im.
Hoose efter hoose we ganged tae an’ awbuddy enjoyed thairsels. We hud
loads o’ stuff by noo and thair wiz jist yin coattage left tae veesit, Auld
Miss Mclennan’s. She kep’ the shoap an’ wiz awfy nice tae us. So we kent we’d
get guid things frae her. The wind blew a loat wurse uz we ganged up tae ’er
door: it wiz open but the lichts inside wiz oot. We luiked intae the darkness
an’ shouted “Miss Mclennan? Miss Mclennan?. Please tae help the guysers ?”
An’ that wiz the verra last time ony o’ us ivver said thae wurds !
Thair wiz a lang coarridur through that door an’ up ben the back. In
the gloom we cuid see sumbuddy movin’. Jaimie went up shinin’ is neep lantern
an we aw went efter ’im sayin’, “Hullo, Miss Mclennan!” … But it wisnae her staunin’
thair. Naw, it wiz Dominie Duncan whae luiked uz tho ’e wiz huddin’ a neep
lantern wi its caun’l oot thain by the licht o’ Jaimie’s caun’l we saw whoat
’e really
hud.
No a neep lantern at aw but the heid of Miss Mclennan wi bluid drippin’
doon frae its neck oantae the flair. The een in ’er heid wiz aw turnt up so
we cuid only see the white bits in the flickerin’ caun’l licht. In ’is ither
haun’ ’e hud a shooge big knife whoat ’e waved ut us. We goat oot o’ that place
fast as we cuid an’ telt folk in the nixt hoose whoat we hud seen.
They ganged intae the hoose but rin’ oot quick tae git the polis. Yin o’
thum wiz seek again the wa’, an’ we wiz aw taen hame. We nivver saw Dominie
Duncan efter that nicht. The polis talk’t tae us aw, then telt us tae try no
tae think aboot whoat we hud seen. But we nivver went guysin’ again. No lang
efter that puir Elsie went funny in the heid an’ wiz sent tae a special hoaspitul
whair she steys tae this day. Ah oaften gang fur tae see ’er thair. Sometimes
Ah even think she kens whae Ah am.
That wiz aw sixty year back. But whain it’s a dark Oactobur nicht wi’
the wind blawin’ an the trees wavin’ thur braunches in the wind Ah still mind
that nicht when we ganged oot guysin’ fur the verra last time. The Giant Tree
in the kirkyard still scares kids gawn by. Uz fur mahsel’? A loack the door
an’ stey hame at Halloween.