Happy Halloween! (Bedtime Story)

On Halloween night, strange flickering lights lead to a delightful discovery—a most frightful ghost named Mira, who takes cover in the mirrors of a empty house. Shy but sweet, Mira prefers to stay close to mirrors, and after some spooky fun, she decides to move in with us in the Honeybee House. Now, she's part of the family, enjoying her very own collection of glamorous mirrorsand the safety of nightlights throughout her new home. - Love, Mrs. Honeybee

Featuring: Mr. Honeybee, Melodybee, Roger Robot, and Harold

Transcript

Bedtime with Mrs.

Honeybee.

Today,

In the Honeybee neighborhood,

We'll be celebrating,

Preparing for Halloween.

Have you noticed anything peculiar happening in the neighborhood this week,

My dear?

Hmm,

I have noticed lights flickering on and off in the backyard every night.

That seems a little.

.

.

Spooky.

Well,

I've got an explanation for that.

I showed MelodyBee how to play flashlight tag,

And now,

Every time Harold goes out,

She plays flashlight tag with him.

I've even attached a little flashlight to Harold's head.

Those two have been having so much fun.

I am the undisputed,

Uncontested,

Unequivocal queen of flashlight tag.

Oh,

I almost forgot.

Mr.

Honeybee,

Did you pick up those pumpkins this week?

I sure did.

Let's set them up on the porch for when our little Honeybee gets here.

I'll go grab them from the trunk.

All you have to do is close your eyes,

Get cozy,

And listen to the sound of my voice.

Mrs.

Honeybee will be your guide.

Let's begin.

You are here,

Strolling through the neighborhood on a cool autumn afternoon.

The sun is shining what warmth it can,

But the first chills of winter are swirling through the air.

Take a slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Feel the coolness of the air coming in through your nose,

Finding its way to your lungs,

And expanding out your chest.

Then slowly breathe all the way out through your mouth as you continue on your way to our front door.

A couple houses down from us,

You see a for sale sign swinging in the cold wind and a red sold sign slapped over it.

The vacant lost grass makes the lonely house seem even more desolate.

You look it over as you pass by,

Wondering how much the neighbors are loving their new house around the block and when the new neighbors will move in.

Before you get to the next house,

A shadowy something catches your eye from a small second story window,

Which you now notice has a light on inside.

Staring at it,

You wait for the shadow to reappear,

But it doesn't.

You definitely know you saw something,

But that something does not appear to be there now.

Feeling a little spooked,

You run all the way to our front porch and knock on the door before you look back at the second story window again.

Mr.

Honeybee's voice on the other side reassures you,

And you giggle a little giggle at yourself for being needlessly spooked.

Hello,

My little honeybee.

Ooh,

It's chilly out tonight,

Isn't it?

We'll need to bundle up for our evening walk.

Come on in.

Let's get you out of that cold.

Dinner is just about done.

Harold meets you at the door and escorts you inside with a happy little trot,

Always excited to see you.

Melody B joins us at the table for dinner after she finishes plodding her winter garden.

Mm-mm,

So hungry.

I've been working out there since sunrise.

The winter squashes are shaping up nicely.

You wouldn't probably guess it,

But winter squash are not grown in winter.

Did you know that?

I did not know that,

Melody B.

Why are they called winter squash?

Because their thick skins allow them to keep growing from summer through winter,

So you can start harvesting them in autumn.

Interesting,

Right?

Whatever they're called,

They're delicious.

Mr.

Honeybee finishes his butternut squash soup and leaves the charge for washing dishes.

Did you see that the house a couple doors down finally sold?

We're going to get new neighbors.

Aw,

How fun!

We have the best neighbors.

I wonder what flowers they'll plant.

You join them at the sink where an assembly line has formed.

Melody B hands Mr.

Honeybee a dish.

He washes it in the sudsy water and hands it to you to dry with a soft warm towel that just came out of the dryer.

As you dry dish after dish,

You tell us about the kind of spooky shadow you saw in the upstairs window,

But together we laugh it off.

Maybe it was a glare of light or even just your big imagination playing Halloween tricks on you.

I'm fairly certain no one lives there now or even should be inside.

The new neighbors are scheduled to move in next week.

I know for sure no one lives there now.

And actually,

No one has been there for at least a month or so.

I pruned their flowers and trimmed their grasses so they wouldn't take over.

I think the house is completely empty.

My little Honeybee has a fantastic imagination and is very observant.

It was probably just an outside shadow that looked like it was coming from the window out of the side of your eye.

Yeah,

That happens to me all the time.

Harold,

Come here boy.

You ready to go for a walk?

Harold's nose leads our walks like it always does,

And today he leads us right past the supposedly empty house.

As we walk by,

You lift your hand to point out the upstairs window with the light on,

Only to realize that it's no longer on.

It's not even flickering.

The light you were sure was on before we had dinner was not.

And as the sun continued setting,

The empty house looked even emptier.

Puzzled,

You continue walking,

Trying your best not to think about it anymore.

Take another slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Allow the coolness of the crisp autumn air to clear your mind of all concerns as your chest expands with your breath.

Then,

Slowly breathe all the way out through your mouth and crunch the fallen leaves from the trees under your footsteps.

We do our usual loop around the neighborhood that brings us right back to the empty house a few doors down from us.

This time when we return,

Just moments later,

There is a light on.

Just as you thought you saw before,

A little second-story window is lit up in a warm hue.

Wait,

The light is on.

Look!

Wasn't it on before?

No,

It wasn't.

All the lights were off.

But no one lives there.

And the light wasn't on before?

And the new neighbors aren't scheduled to move in until next week.

This can only mean one thing.

We need to run home and hide under the blankets until Halloween is over?

No,

Melody B.

We need to knock on the door.

I'm sure there's an explanation for this.

Maybe a new neighbor is getting their new house ready.

Oh,

Yeah.

I'm sure that's what it is.

We visited this house several times before we moved in.

Exactly.

Come on.

There's nothing scary.

Harold and I will wait back here,

Where there aren't any lights turning themselves on and off.

Or shadows.

Or spooky,

Empty houses.

There's a shadow right there,

Melody B.

What?

It's from the street lamp.

Oh,

Goodness.

All right,

Let's stay together and go home.

No.

It'll only take a minute.

Come on.

Together,

We make our way up to the porch of the empty house to knock.

Melody B.

Flutters by and asks us a whopping four times if we should turn back.

Deciding not to,

You bravely knock on the door,

Wanting to settle this once and for all.

When we don't hear anyone or anything inside,

We press our ears against the door for a better listen while Mr.

Honeybee walks the perimeter.

Harold perks his ears up trying to listen as well.

And when he hears nothing,

We join Mr.

Honeybee in front of a big window further down on the porch.

Don't look like you're trying to look in.

Just kind of turn sideways and look.

Do you see anything?

I see nothing.

But maybe that's because I'm looking out of the side of my eye like this,

Mr.

Honeybee.

No.

I don't see anything either.

From either side.

I think we can just look in.

The house is clearly dark and empty except for that light.

I wonder if someone accidentally left it on,

But we just didn't see it before.

Then how come it was off when we left for the walk?

I don't know.

But we should do the neighborly thing and turn it off for them.

Let's try the door.

No.

That will qualify us as nosy neighbors.

We should just go home.

We're so close.

I'll try it.

The door practically opens itself in Mr.

Honeybee's hand,

And he retracts it back as if he's a little spooked.

Mr.

Honeybee and I peek our heads in to find that,

Just as we suspected,

The house is completely empty and almost completely dark.

Using the last little bit of sunlight that paints the sky in deep shades of pink and orange,

I walk into the entryway and reach back for your hand to follow me.

Melody B hides in Harold's fur,

Convinced that something is going to jump out and scare us,

But nothing does.

Instead,

Melody B accidentally tickles Harold with her buzzes,

And he takes off running through the empty house.

Take another slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Let all that you feel,

Be it laughter,

Fear,

Curiosity,

Or nervousness,

Wash over you and pass through you like the wave it is.

Then,

Slowly,

Breathe all the way out through your mouth and walk between Mr.

Honeybee and I as we make our way into the darkened kitchen.

I guess the house is really just empty.

And you know what?

That light might be flickering on and off because it's about to go out.

Oh,

That's true.

Light bulbs act wonky like that when they're about to go out.

Haha,

I bet that's what it is.

See?

Nothing to worry about.

We should turn it off,

Though,

So it doesn't pose a safety hazard and waste electricity.

I'll go turn it off.

We follow Mr.

Honeybee and Harold up the stairs,

Navigating with our hands until our eyes adjust to the dark after sunset.

When we get to the top of the stairs,

We can see the room where the light is coming from,

A bathroom at the end of a long hallway.

Mr.

Honeybee walks out in front of us,

Newly confident and even more convinced there's nothing to be afraid of in this house.

He opens the door and just as quickly runs back out,

Shutting the door behind him.

Uh,

There's definitely someone using that light.

You know what?

Let's just leave them to their spooky light and we can go home.

Come on,

Follow me.

I'll buzz us right out of here.

Are you following me?

I don't feel like you're following me.

Please follow me.

Who's using it,

Mr.

Honeybee?

Who did you see?

I can't really say.

It's in the mirror.

Someone is in the mirror.

What?

Someone is in the mirror?

What do you mean?

People do not live in mirrors,

My dear.

It's not a person,

Per se.

Is it a bee?

I don't kn- I don't- What if it's a bee?

One that I haven't met.

How fun!

The new neighbors brought new bees?

What are you closing the door for?

I have to introduce myself.

Mr.

Honeybee tries to stop Melody Bee,

Who has distracted herself from her own fear with excitement.

She opens the door and rushes in,

Expecting to see a new friend looking back at her.

And that's exactly what she seems to have found.

Hi,

I'm Melody Bee.

What's your name?

Tucked outside the bathroom,

Behind the cover of the wall,

We hear Melody Bee carrying on what sounds like a one-way conversation,

Picking up every other word.

She doesn't sound scared or even really excited.

She sounds curious,

Like she's seeing something bewildering,

But not spooky,

And quietly asking questions to figure it out.

My friends are outside.

Is it okay if they come in?

We take our cue to slink in the bathroom,

But first we peek around the wall,

In through the doorway,

To get our first glimpse of what will meet us on the other side.

We see a sweet smiling face of a very,

Very friendly ghost looking at us from the mirror.

She blinks her big,

Shy eyes closed when more of us pile into the small bathroom than she expects.

Harold's barks spook her back into the mirror,

Using her ghostly cloak of invisibility to hide herself.

But soon she realizes that we are all her friends.

The more comfortable she becomes,

The more we see of her,

And that's when Melody Bee finally introduces us.

Mira smiles shyly and waves the littlest wave floating in the shiny mirror.

To passerbys,

It would look as if we were cautiously approaching our own reflections,

Laughing and waving as we do.

We ask our new friend if she was the one who turned the light on,

And then off,

And then on again.

Mira pauses for a moment before deciding that she can trust us.

She slowly proceeds from the mirror and floats next to Melody Bee,

Testing out her bravery.

When the light flickers off once again,

She disappears into the mirror like a,

Well,

Ghost.

She doesn't like to venture too far from mirrors where she feels most safe.

Once the light flickers back on,

Mr.

Honeybee can see why the light bulb is doing what it's doing.

Ah,

That's why the light's going on and off.

It came loose.

Here you go,

Mira.

As good as new.

It shouldn't go off again unless you turn it off.

Mira comes back into view to worriedly ask us not to turn off the light because she's afraid of the dark.

Not only the dark,

But also being scared and scaring people.

Every year around Halloween,

When the dark wins out over the sunlight,

She finds the best hiding spot she can to avoid everyone and everything.

This year,

Our neighbor's empty house was a joy to find for Mira.

We sit on the bathroom counter to talk with Mira for a while and conclude that we cannot leave a new friend alone in a house for Halloween.

Instead,

We ask Mira to come back to the house with us,

Where there are plenty of mirrors and,

More importantly,

Plenty of nightlights.

Mira agrees,

But hesitates to float out in the open,

Worried that she's going to get spooked when she spooks someone.

Mr.

Honeybee thinks quickly and opens a couple of the drawers before finding a long-forgotten handheld mirror that Mira can travel in.

You take it in your hand and Mira floats right in it.

We get to welcome Mira into her new home and show her all the mirrors that we have.

Mr.

Honeybee got to work right away,

Building her one of those glamorous movie star mirrors with light bulbs all around,

In solar-powered,

Of course,

So its light will never flicker.

Melody Bee strategically placed several small mirrors around the garden should Mira ever want to join her on the full moons when the backyard is the brightest.

But Mira has found that her favorite place to stay is my writing room,

Where a long vertical mirror leans against the wall.

Up in my writing room,

You always make sure Mira's mirror is shiny and clean.

So she can see out of it,

And so we can see her.

Always remember,

Mrs.

Honeybee believes in you.

You are special and you are loved.

I can't wait to see you again.

Reviews

I loved it 😍

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Halloween is getting so close. I’m super excited. I love this med. BTW, can you make a meditation about going to a pumpkin patch at a farm and carving out jack-o’-lanterns?

I love it can you make one for when you met melody bee please and thank you 😊 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

So so interesting at first I thought it’d be Roger robot

Loved this meditation! I have a request! Can you please make a meditation about two cats who hate each other but learn to get along? One of the cats is blue grey with blue eyes and she is called Bluestar. The other one is a beautiful silver and white tabby she cat with blue eyes and her name is Ivypool.