“I, Jack, the Pumpkin King……”
The voice of the maniacal jack o’lantern drifted down the hall away from my hiding spot in the laundry room. I allowed myself to breathe again when the singing became so faint that I could barely hear it anymore. Attempting to be as quiet as I could, I climbed out of the laundry hamper that I had squashed myself into for fear of being found. I made a tiny amount of noise but judging from the lack of Nightmare Before Christmas singing, not so much noise as to attract my persistent psychopathic pumpkin pursuer.How did the thing even know Jack’s Lament anyways? It was a jack o’lantern! A carved squash for crying out loud!
“Tangents!” I whispered and slapped my face with both hands. “Focus! You need to get out!” I painstakingly pushed minisculy on the laundry room door until it opened wide enough for me to slip through the space….. right into the hovering orange squash trying to kill me. “I am so dead!” I thought to myself as I turned and sprinted down the hall in the opposite direction. I tried to turn the corner but instead I slammed into the wall because the turn was to sharp. I bounced off the wall and continued into the living room on the second floor. Why did this happen to me!? I raced down another hallway onto the landing by the stairs. As I tore down the stairs, I thought back to yesterday; the day that kick started this whole catastrophe.
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Everybody Scream!
HorrorHalloween, this word brings images of costumes, candy, and jack o'lanterns to mind. Carving pumpkins is a tradition that many families follow every year without the thought "How does the pumpkin feel about this?" ever crossing their mind. So the que...
