Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - A Tale for Halloween
Episode Date: October 30, 2022A bedtime fairytale for Halloween. Tonight you'll hear the classic story called A Tale For Halloween. It's not scary, it's a sweet and gentle tale about a brother and sister who are going to their vil...lage's Halloween party but on the way, they meet a talking pumpkin and have a great adventure. I hope you enjoy this Halloween special and sleep story for adults. Please leave a 5-star review & SUBSCRIBE on Apple and Spotify. Sleep Cove Premium Become a Premium Member for Bonus Episodes & Ad-Free listening: Visit https://www.sleepcove.com/support and become a Premium Member. Get Instant Access and sign up in two taps. The Sleep Cove Premium Feed includes: - Access to over 400 Ad-free Episodes - Regular Exclusive Bonus Episodes - A Back Catalogue of Dozens of Exclusive Episodes - Full Audiobooks like Alice in Wonderland - Your name read out on the Show - Our Love! Get your 7-day free trial: https://sleepcove.com/support For Apple users, click the TRY FREE button for a 2-week free trial and become a Premium Member Today. Support our Sponsors: This episode of Sleep Cove is brought to you by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/sleepcove and get on your way to being your best self. Our Sister Shows: - Calm Cove - https://link.chtbl.com/bgSKfkbt - Relaxing Music & Ambient Sounds - Mysteries at Midnight - Mystery Bedtime Stories - https://link.chtbl.com/skj6YFah - Let's Begin - Daytime Meditations with wake sections at the end - https://link.chtbl.com/Z--DgSH4 - YouTube Bedtime Story Channel - https://rb.gy/t7wyjk - YouTube Sleep Hypnosis & Meditation Channel - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClE6WJgPYRBtwVQ1qDBrbqw Connect: - Join the Newsletter for a Bonus Meditation - https://www.sleepcove.com/bonus - Facebook: https://rb.gy/azpdrd - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sleep_cove/ - TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@sleepcovechris Recommended Products: Comfortable Sleep Headphones - https://www.sleepcove.com/headphones The Best Mattress from Puffy: https://sleepcove.com/puffy Our Sister Shows in more detail: Calm Cove is our music channel, where you can find Relaxing Music, White Noise and Nature Sounds - https://link.chtbl.com/bgSKfkbt Let’s Begin is our brand new Day Meditation podcast. Start your day feeling relaxed and positive, or take some time out to unwind with these calming meditations with wakeners at the end so that you can continue your day. If you love our bedtime stories, check out Mysteries at Midnight, our brand-new podcast dedicated to the mystery stories our listeners love so much. Enjoy even more from Poirot, Sherlock and more classic mystery tales. _______________ All Content by Sleep Cove is for educational or entertainment purposes and does not provide or replace professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment. Always seek the advice of your medical professional before making any changes to your treatment and if in any doubt, contact your doctor. Please listen in a place where you can safely go to sleep. Sleep Cove is not responsible or liable for any loss, damage or injury arising from the use of this content. _________________ Sleep Cove content includes guided sleep meditations, sleep hypnosis (hypnotherapy), sleep stories (visualizations) and Bedtime Stories for adults and grown-ups, all designed to help you get a great night's sleep Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Transcript
Discussion (0)
Back by popular demand, the Sleep Cove Premium Sale has started.
For the next two months, you can get Sleep Cove Premium for free.
That's right, completely free.
There you'll get access to all my exclusive episodes, as well as every episode, add free.
You'll also have access to my own.
other podcasts and their exclusive and ad-free content too.
Sleepcove can't carry on without your support.
So if you want to become a VIP member and get access to our premium feed,
please go to sleepcove.com slash support.
That's sleepcove.com slash support.
If you can't support the show right now,
please subscribe with a bell
to get alerts on all new free content
thank you
have you ever gazed in wonder at the great pyramid
have you marvelled at the golden face of Tudankhamun
or admired the delicate features of Queen Nefertiti
if you have you'll probably like the History of Egypt podcast
every week we explore tales of this ancient culture
The history of Egypt is available wherever you get your podcasting fix.
Come, let me introduce you to the world of ancient Egypt.
Welcome to Sleep Cove with Christopher Fitton, the place to come for a great night's sleep.
Please listen to this recording in a place where you can safely go to sleep.
I hope everyone is getting ready for the autumn season.
It's a beautiful time of year.
and here in the UK their leaves are beginning to fall from the trees
and turn brown, yellow and deep red.
I really do love autumn and Halloween is nearly upon us.
With that in mind, I've read out this beautiful story tonight.
It's called a tale for Halloween.
It's not scary at all but it's a lovely fairy tale
about a brother and sister who are visiting their village's Halloween party,
but on the way, as they go through their vegetable patch,
they meet a talking pumpkin and an adventure happens.
I really enjoyed reading the story out tonight,
and I think you will enjoy it too.
And remember, it's very gentle and not scary at all.
So I hope you enjoy it.
So please relax and get ready to listen to this story tonight.
Babette and Anton were the children of a very poor woodcutter.
They lived in a little cottage on the side of a steep mountain
and the mountain looked upon a great forest.
Now though their father toiled in this forest from dawn until dark,
he could earn but little.
Wood in that region was plentiful,
and woodcutters were numerous.
Their mother made fine laces,
which Anton carried to the market to sell.
But in spite of all their efforts,
the poor parents seldom could give their children
more than bread and broth to eat.
Often indeed the broth was lacking if the woodcutter found no hair in the traps he set.
Babette and Anton however were happy little children and never thought of their poverty.
But it worried the woodcutter that Antone was ten years old and had not gone to school.
Antone's mother taught him to read and write
that the other boys and girls would not be too far beyond him
and Anton studied his lessons diligently
often as he sat doing his sums on the hearthstone
with a bit of charcoal for a pencil
his mother would sigh sadly
Antone did not like his mother to be sad
And so he always laughed to cheer her
Never fear mother he would say
Soon I shall send myself to school
My vegetable patch does finally
It's sconna
You shall be poor no longer
My father shall have a team of oxen
and you a fine satin gown.
A bet shall have a dozen real dollies.
Instead of the turnet dollies,
she now rocks in her dolly cradle.
Anton, my son,
his mother would answer with a sigh,
unless you make your fortune as a maker of toys,
I fear you will have no fortune at all.
Your fingers are as clever as a wizard's even now
and though you are past ten
we cannot spare you to go to school
It was true as she said
Anton made boats from bits of cedarwood
And when he'd fitted them with sails
You could not tell them from any that had come out of a shot
He carved a doll's cradle from a pine knot for a dolly painted the white face of a turnip,
until one would think it was the face of some fair maiden.
So blue were this turnip dolly's eyes, and so pink her cheeks, such waves, cabbage, cabbage leaves, were so green and beautiful.
And as often as this turn at dolly faded and began to shrivel, Anton made another,
which Babette declared was always more beautiful than the one before.
Babette had never been to the village and therefore knew nothing of real doddies.
She loved her turnip babies tenderly indeed.
She always carried them in her arm when she went with Andrews,
Antone to meet their father and sang them little songs as she rocked them to sleep.
Now it happened one night in the season of Halloween that Antone sat carving chaco lanterns to sell in the village.
Babette, who was rocking her dolly to sleep, sat watching him.
Being but six, she knew nothing about the fun.
which comes with Halloween.
And so she listened round-eyed,
with wonder to Anton,
who knew all things about jack-o-lanterns.
When she heard that boys and girls,
dressed like goblins and witches,
froliced in the village streets,
Babette made of a mind to frolic too.
How fine it must be, she cried.
clapping her hands,
Halloween must be quite like Christmas.
Not quite so fine as Christmas, Babette,
answered Anton, as he carved the teeth in the last jack-o-lantern,
but Halloween is very fine, nevertheless.
It is comical to see the gecko-lanterns bobbing up and down,
with their faces grinning in the candlelight.
And on Halloween, the boys and girls play pranks on their elders that they would be well switched for at any other time.
But everyone laughs and is excited on that night.
Anton finished the Chacon Lantern and piled it with a dozen more in his little cart.
He would sell them all in the village when he took his vegetables to market the next day.
No one else could carve such splendid pumpkin faces as Anton.
Let us go and play pranks in the village too, Anton, cried Babette.
Mother will make his goblin dresses, and there is still one great pumpkin-eel garden for a jack-o-lantern.
Oh, what a frolic we shall have!
Babette exclaimed Antone in astonishment.
Wherever did you get such a notion?
The frolic in the village is not for us.
Mother has no time to make us goblin dresses.
And if she did, she has no goods.
Besides, how should we find our way home through the forest?
You know the way, through the forest, Antone, insisted Babette,
and if Mother cannot make his goblin dresses, we shall go without.
It will be dark and a jack-o-lantern will be as fine as any.
Do come, she begged.
I have never been to a Halloween frolic.
Now, Babette, I tell you we cannot go to the village tomorrow night,
answered Anton.
I could not find my way home
through the forest after dark, and we would both be lost.
Be a good girl and do not tease anymore.
Anton spoke sternly, and the bat burst into tears.
She was very fond of her own way, and when she could not have it,
sometimes she was a very naughty little girl.
sobbed and wept so piteously that Anton found it hard to refuse her, not go to the village at night,
as he feared to lose his way in the forest. So Antone trotted Babette on his knee, and whispered that he would buy her chocolate, but she only wept her harder.
Now Babette cried Anton at last, when Babette showed no signs of stopping.
I cannot take you to the village, but if you are a good girl and stop crying at once till Halloween frolic,
just for you and me.
Now promise me you will not cry anymore.
But Bet dried her eyes and promised
She wished a Halloween fronick
But whether she froliced at home or in the village
Mattered not at all
They always wear goblin dresses or ghost dresses Antone she asked
Antone puzzled a moment before he answered
Oh ghost dresses I think said he
Babette was very good.
She helped Antone gather his vegetables for market,
and when he returned, sat beside him quietly,
while he carved the last pumpkin from his garden.
When the jack-o-lantern was finished,
Antone lighted the candle just for one second
so that she might see it, grinning in the light.
but that but he held up a chronic was to be a secret.
After supper, the children went to bed as usual,
but instead of undressing,
they pulled their white night dresses over their heavy coats.
They will do for ghost dresses, whispered untold when all were still,
and they crept softly out.
In the moon night the Jack O'Lanton was grinning broadly to greet them.
Pumpkin is smiling at us, laughed Babette.
She was very happy, for her frolic was about to begin.
Antone struck a match to light the candle, but there was no candle in the Jack O'Lantone, said he in a surprise.
He searched in the dark, and Babette stopped her laughing, looked about, and there beneath the bench lay the remainder of his precious candle.
It was chew to bits, was in shreds.
Oh, Babette, cried he, a wicked rat has stolen our candle, and I paid a whole penny for it too.
and rats bursting into tears.
She stamped her foot and sent the chaco lantern rolling off the bench.
It struck the earth with a bump and dented its nose a trifle.
Now, Babette, what a baby you are.
See what you have done, he stooped to pick up the pumpkin.
But the pumpkin was too quick for him, laughed pumpkin.
sort of voice. Babette smashed my nose a little, but that's no matter on a Halloween night.
Goodbye, boys and girls. He called Ed swiftly down the hill.
You come back here, you're my pumpkin, cried Anton and started after the runaway.
Babette followed, weeping and crying aloud.
Oh my Halloween frolic, oh my Halloween fronic, she mourned.
Now we have no Jack O'Lanton and no candle either.
But you just wait until he rolls down into the vegetable garden, shouted Anton as he chased the swiftly rolling pumpkin.
He'll have to stop at the hedge.
He took his little sister's hand.
that she might run faster.
Pumpkin rolled along just in front of them,
but always just out of their reach.
When he reached the hedge,
he gave a great leap and landed directly in the vegetable patch.
Come on your carrots in as he rolled along.
At his words, the carrots and turnips
tore themselves from their beds
and followed after him shouting.
Look at Antone following us,
yelled Pumpkin, his vegetable followers,
Master Antone, Halloween.
This is how hard you'll laugh.
See his vegetable patch laid waste, made him furious.
Catch us before you punishes, won't you, Anton?
They answered, mockingly.
Oh, it's Halloween.
It's Halloween, sang Pumpkin, turning handspring as he rolled along, and the rest of the vegetables did cartwheels as they went careering after him.
They looked like a dozen market stalls, upset on the hillside, nearly wept when he thought of his loss.
He followed them with determination.
Anton was not a lad to give up easily.
Follow me, follow me, sang Pumpkin as he led the way to a tiny door that appeared beneath the forest.
Turnips and carrots squeezed through and Anton fearing to be left behind, caught up with Babette and ran faster.
Just as he reached their little door, a rough potato tried to slam it in his face.
But Anton was too quick for him.
He ran through and climbed down into the underground forest.
The ground here was springy and elastic.
And he began to gain on the vegetables.
Babette's fatigue left her, and she shook herself free.
We'll catch up to them, declared Anton as they ran along.
Even as he spoke, Potato stubbed his toe, and Babette caught him.
She held him firmly, although he squirmed and tried his best to get free.
Help help, bald potato.
When he saw he was a prisoner,
Oh, Pumpkin, wait for me, he cried.
The tears streamed from every one of his eyes,
and he looked truly sad.
At his cries, Pumpkin turned around its ways of voice.
You might let us have one night off, you know.
Halloween is our night.
Somewhere on his run,
pumpkin had picked up two twigs
and on these he now balanced himself
rather unsteadily
and thrust his leaves
in the place where his pockets
would have been if he had any pockets
he looked so very jolly
and his grin was so very broad
that Anton was inclined to give up the prisoner
but just when he thought of the ruined vegetable garden
he grew angry again
it is all very well for you to be polite pumpkin
and try to beg off your friend
said Anton
but this is the very fellow
that tried to slam the door in my face
not two seconds ago
cried potato
that's wrong
it was three seconds ago
as true as I live.
I looked at my watch
just as I was trying to
pinch your nose in the underground
door, and it's
quite three seconds ago.
Maybe it's four.
Oh, Hushup cried
a punk in. That's no way
to talk when you're
trying to beg off.
Let him off. He continued
in the most winning
voice. You'd
get everlastingly tired.
of being in bed yourself.
You know you would.
See if you wouldn't take the first chance
to kick up your heels if you could get it.
But Pumpkin, replied Antone,
think of my vegetable garden.
It is ruined.
I was saving all my vegetable money to go to school
and now I cannot go forever and ever so long.
Besides, how could I know you got tired of being in a bed?
You never spoke to me before.
Well, I speak to you now, replied Pumpkin, and as for your vegetable batch, we'll all make
that up to you, won't we voice?
We will, we well, called the vegetables in chorus, and the potato in the bat's little fist
yelled the loudest of awe.
There, now you see we mean no harm, declared Bunkin.
So let potato go.
Join us, she was bound to have her fun.
And after all, the vegetables seemed to be a jolly lot.
So peace was made and the children followed the bopping turnips and onions.
Then shouts were heard.
Presently, they were joined by a dozen or more cabbages.
You are the nice ones, panted the cabbages.
There we sat in the storeroom waiting for you to call us,
and the first thing we knew we saw you pelting down the hill like mad things.
My gracious, said a very stout cabbage,
who was terribly out of breath.
I'll have to take off my outer leaves
before I go another step.
I feel as though I were boiled.
Antone recognized the cabbages at once.
You are father Manette's cabbages, are you not?
He inquired politely as they marched along.
Why, if it isn't little Antone, the woodcutter's son, exclaimed the very stout cabbage.
Yes, we've come from miller's.
Manette's farm. Mother Manette saved us for a pickle, but we fooled her and slipped out of the
storeroom when she was not looking. Oh, we cabbages are not so green as we look, the cabbages
all laughed, and Anton was surprised to find that he laughed too. As they went marching on,
Pumpkin sang and danced in the neck, echoed his hearty songs.
Presently in the trees' mistress, who was no other than a real witch in tall peaked her
carrying a broomstick, the cabbages who were a friendly lot, introduced Antone and Babbat to
these witches.
and the witches seemed pleased to meet the children.
They do not seem to be wicked witches, do they, untold, whispered Babette.
Oh my dear, replied a witch you ever heard.
We are not a bit wicked on Halloween, you know.
Any other night I would probably do you a mischief.
It is my nature, you know.
He reached in her bag and hunted by her bag,
a peppermint.
Babette, who was very fond of peppermint, ate it up with all haste.
You shouldn't do that, my dear, reprove to the witch.
It is seldom witches give peppermints, and when they do the peppermints should be treasured.
Here is another to keep for your pocket, and did Babette another.
Babette courtesied so prettily that the witch was just to be cherished.
charmed and took her to ride on her broomstick.
It was the fun company one could ever imagine.
As they marched along, every vegetable was singing a different Halloween song
in a different key, and they all had voices that sang out of tune by nature.
But Beth, her little white nightdress, flying in the breeze, was riding
on the witch's broomstick
and singing loudly
at the rest.
When they reached
a dancing floor,
it was lighted with millions
and millions of glowworms
and an orchestra of
ten thousand frogs
hummed lively tunes
in their throats.
Pumpkin
seized a handful of glowworms
and put them in his head
then with his feature,
all aglow, he cried out, ready for the dance. Instead of taking partners, the vegetables just plunged
onto the floor and began to jump about like mad. If they fell down, they did not jump up at
once, but rolled around the floor, most good-naturedly. They look so like vegetables,
boarding about in a great soup kettle
that Anton thought he should die of laughing
The witches took their brooms
And began a sort of ladies change figure
While they chased their cats
Around the edge of the circle
It capered wildly
Singing at the top of her voice
Come and dance with me Anton
As she was jumping past her brother
but he shook his head and laughed.
I am too big for such nonsense, said he,
bot nonsense, cried a witch who was chasing her cat close by.
Ten is exactly the right age to have fun.
She raised her broom playfully,
and before he knew it,
she swept untone into the middle of the dance.
Pumpkin, his grinning features all are gone,
went flying past and made Antone feel proud.
Pumpkin was certainly the handsomest vegetable of the lot faster,
but hum as fast as they would,
they could not keep up with the frisky vegetables.
Beaks and cauliflower continued to bob up and down like mad.
Cabbage's from Minette's farm lost leaf after leaf,
Carrots and onions grew battered from much tumbling about,
and the merry din of song and...
Let's play, Blind Man's Buff, called Anto.
I'll be it, and I'll show you how to play.
He tied the handkerchief over his eyes,
and the witches and their black cats went darting hither and thither.
Vegetables were so pleased with this new game,
that they would play nothing else.
They might have been playing it yet,
had not a cockerel suddenly.
Good gracious me, cried a witch.
The glowworms are all gone out.
It's nearly morning.
All who are going back to the vegetable patch
had best be on their way.
Not I, with vegetable patches forevermore.
Not we.
exclaimed the cabbages,
we are going to turn savage
and be wild cabbages
for the rest of our days.
We shan't go back
to Mother Minette's pickle jars.
Straight away,
every vegetable
began to raise its voice
and declare that it would
not go back to Anton's patch.
Hush all of you,
cried the witch.
Stay in the woods for the rest of your life
if you like,
it is nothing to me.
But what of Anton Amberbat?
Who is going to take them home?
Well, ma'am, replied Pumpkin with a low bow.
We thought you might be good enough
to give them a ride home on your broomstick.
But Pumpkin, cried Anton in dismay,
you promise to make it up to me if I let potato go,
and I think you should all return with me.
If you all worry about that, untold, repied pumpkin with a lordly air,
here is a purse for each of you,
and if you take good care, never to lose them,
you will have plenty of gold forever.
Isn't that true, boys?
True, as we're not going back to the farm,
cry the cabbages.
you had best hurry and plant yourself before it grows daylight pumpkin.
They warned and began to dig holes in the earth.
Before Anton and Babette had mounted the witch's broomstick,
all the carrots and turnips, and even pumpkin, children sailed off with the witch.
Oh, what a beautiful Halloween frolic!
sighed Babette as she leaned her head on Anton's shoulder and fell fast asleep.
The broomstick flew with the swiftness of an eagle, and the witch warned Antone to hold Babette with a firm grasp.
One by one that steered and seemed to know the exact way to the woodcutter's cottage, for just as the dawn was breaking,
the broomstick glided down to Babette's window.
The witch shook hands with Anton and the black cat politely
jumped off to help Anton with his little sister.
Before the good creature could melt again,
the broomstick was off like a whirlwind and it was left behind.
This broomstick is so wild, I cannot stop it.
called the witch from the clouds.
Keep good care of my cat
until next Halloween.
Anton put Babette in her little crib
and made the black cat
a comfortable bed in the kitchen
and dreamed of he was awakened
by his mother.
Come Anton, she cried,
I have good news for you.
Only look from the window
and see the great black cat
without a single white hair that sits washing his face in the sun.
Such a cat, coming to us on Halloween, will surely bring us good luck.
But come, my child, get up, for the sun is high, and it is time for you to dig your vegetables.
My vegetables have gone wild in the forest, muttered untoan, but it is no matter.
for here is a bag of gold which they gave me who brought his home on her broomstick.
So let me sleep, mother, for I am weary the Halloween frolic.
He closed his eyes and slipped again, while his mother examined the leather bag.
Anton, my son, she screamed.
Here is gold yellow as a pumpkin.
Where have you been to?
gather such wealth, she shook him and gave him no peace, until he waked fully and told the story,
and his mother did not believe it. She threw up her hands and wept that her son
should thus rave with fever. The woodcutter and babette came running to see what had happened,
and the sight of the second bag of gold, the poor,
poor woman grew calmer to show the peppermint which the witch had given her, and the mother doubted no more.
To receive a peppermint from a witch is surely a mark of great favour, she said, and began to laugh through her tears.
I thought I was dreaming, or that Anton raved of fever for never in my life had I seen so,
much gold. It is, like the fairies, to bless the children of the poor, said the Wuketa.
Now Antone will go to school, a mother will have a handsome dress unsure. And is it not as I said,
cried his wife, a black cat coming on Halloween would bring us good luck, and here is the luck
already. It would have been hard to find a happier family than the woodcutters as they set out
for the village that day. When it was told that the woodcutter was looking for a pair of oxen,
some folk laughed outright. The woodcutter was too poor to feed a pair of canaries, they declared.
But when it became now that the woodcutter's wife had put it.
bought a new dress and a golden ring.
They began to wonder who it died and left the woodcutter a fortune.
Anton told the tale of their wealth to those who questioned him,
and straight away the village children ran to throw their jack-o-lanterns
from the roofs and high places.
But their pumpkins broke or stayed on the ground before where they had fought.
It was no longer Halloween, remember.
At noon, when the woodcutter and his family set down to dinner in the village inn,
their landlord threatened to charge a penny from all who stood gazing through the windows.
Some folk scoffed openly and declared it was a tale to tell children and dullards.
But there were the two leather bags filled with gold.
The greatest marvel of all, but no matter how much the woodcutter or his wife spent from these,
the bags always remained brimful of gold.
Anton chose a pair of steel skates in the village shop and bought an handful of books for which he had a
Lott, however, with her usual perverse waves, would have none of the dollies in the village toy shop.
They were ugly, she declared, and their cheeks were not pink and beautiful as were the turnip dollies,
Anton made for her.
And ever after, the woodcutter and his wife were no longer poor folk.
They had white bread and even butter,
every day of their lives.
And on Sundays and holidays,
they had roasted foul for their dinner.
Anton went to school,
and Bepet had an embroidered frock,
which was the envy of every child in the village.
The mother no longer sighed,
as she went about her household tasks,
and neither did she strain her eyes,
making fine laces for the market.
Instead, she wrote proudly on the seat of her husband's ox cart
when he delivered wood in the village.
Sometimes she even drank tea with the mare's wife.
Visitors from far and near went to see the famous spot
where Anton's vegetables all run away one Halloween night.
And till this day there lives not a man who can make grow on that land, cabbages or turnips, or any other vegetable.
Although in a spot in the forest not far off, cabbages and pumpkins and all such vegetables grow wild.
Each year as regularly as Halloween came to mark the harvest time,
Antone and Babette mounted the broomstick with the witch and rode off to the Halloween frolic
the year before and they always rode home across the sky just as the dawn was breaking.
The black cat became so fond of a bet that it never again rejoined its rightful mistress
but remained with the woodcutter and his family
and brought them good luck for the rest of their days.
