Sunday Photo Fiction – “Fair is fair, after all” – Scawwy Story!

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Jack-O-Lantern photograph © Alastair Forbes

A Very Scawwy Halloween Story

It didn’t seem like such a big deal when they first moved in next door. Okay so they were different looking, but who am I to judge? And they were friendly, always with the helping hand. So I ignored what other people said and hung out with them. Exchanging stories over an occasion cup of coffee. That kind of thing.

As Halloween approached I asked them what their plans were. Jack Sr. became very excited and said, “Well, I reckon thas’ about my favorite time of the year.”

Jack Jr.’s head bobbed as he agreed with his dad. “Yeah, we all love Halloween. Trick or Treating and all that cool stuff.” John Jr.’s smile grew even bigger as he spoke.

Martha, Jack Sr.’s wife stuck her head out the back door. “My favorite time too. I cook up the best tasting Halloween vittles you ever had. You all come on by, we like to share with all our friendly neighbors.”

Looking back on that day, just a few days before Halloween night I hadn’t noticed anything untoward about the conversation. Now though … But I get ahead of myself.

For reasons that will soon be obvious, I decided that this year our family would not have any jack-o-lanterns. Although we saw them lining the porches of many of our other neighbors on the street. We were content with scarecrows and other types of Halloween decor.

On Halloween, with our children dressed in their chosen costumes, we headed down the drive to begin trick or treating. There came a blood curdling sound from one of the houses and the children jumped. My wife and I laughed thinking how realistic the sound was. We walked a few more feet and there was another scream and then another. It was spooky and very real sounding.

Looking around nervously we saw our next door neighbors approaching us carrying large trick or treat bags already filled.

“Wow, aren’t you guys the early birds,” I said smiling back at their huge smiling faces.

“Yeah!” Jack Jr. replied. “Gotta get these home to mama so she can cook up those vittles she was telling you about the other day.” He proudly reached in and pulled out the bloody severed head of one of my neighbors.

“We figure those who cut up our kin and put their heads on their porches are fair game on Halloween.” Jack Sr. said holding up another neighbor’s head. “Fairs fair after all. Well, gotta go, mama’s waiting on us. See you later for vittles, you won’t believe how great tasting everything is … especially on Halloween night!”

 

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Meet the Pumpkin family. Great neighbors except on Halloween night!

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Hope it was scawwy for you too!

~ Penny

A Halloween Mystery – The Pumpkin Family’s missing Engine!

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“Dag blasted, Jack! What’ve you done with the engine?” Mr. Pumpkin was really angry. It was just about time for everyone to pile in to go to the Halloween party and with no engine in the pickup they wouldn’t be going anywhere.

“Honest, Amos,” Jack replied. A seedy look in his eye, “I just can’t understand what could have happened.”

“Well, it’s not as if you have to be a rocket scientist to figer this ‘un out Jack. Firstly, there’s an engine and now there ain’t!” Amos pulled his orange hankie out of his rear pocket and wiped his sweaty orange brow off with the realization he’d have to tell ‘Maude’, Mrs. Pumpkin.” He knew this would not set well with her.

In the mean time Jack had turned away from the pickup and was searching the ground.

“Jack, what are you doing now?” Amos asked, getting more agitated by the minute. “Looking at the ground isn’t going to solve our missing engine problem.”

“Well, that’s not the way I see it Amos,” Jack responded, scratching his triangular concave nose, while he continued to search the ground. It was starting to get dusk, and hard to see well. Thank goodness for the candle inside his head that illuminated his eyesight!

“Joe and Jeff must have run off to get some food? That would explain things! ” I’m trying to see if they left a trail behind for us to follow.”

“What in the gosh durn heck of it all, do Joe and Jeff goin’ for food have ta’ do with anything?” Amos exploded.

“Well I figer it this way,” Jack went on. “If Joe and Jeff took off goin’ nut huntin’, and they be the lead squirrels in dem cages in the truck engine, then they probably let the other squirrels out at the same time.

I’m guessin’ we’ll have ta’ wait for them to fill up and then they’ll be back at work in the engine, gettin’ it up and runnin’, at least that’s what I reckon’ll happen!”

Amos spat on the ground and went along with Jack to get a lantern, and some moonshine out of the shed. They decided they might as well fill up with fuel too, while they waited for their “engine” to do the same thing!

Halloween Mystery solved – The whole thing was nuts!

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!

~ Penny

Scawy…Very Scawy…trust no one!

During one of the first Halloween holidays that a little girl of 5 had been very vocal about, she had an incident that scared her. She put her small hand up to her chest and patting her heart very quickly and with very wide open eyes said “Scawy…very scawy”. Sometimes I agree with the feelings of that little girl.

I do love Halloween for all the fun traditions that it represents, however some of the aspects of this spooky night can be very scawy, as a little girl so eloquently demonstrated. So having said that here is my scawy story for you:

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She was alone, she hadn’t meant to be alone. It wasn’t supposed to have worked out that way. It was late, the streets were deserted, she was about 3 blocks from her car and she was alone.

The Moon had disappeared behind dark and gloomy looking clouds, giving the shadows surrounding her an almost eerie life-like appearance.

“No Worries” she said to herself as she walked along, “I can walk these next few blocks by myself, I’m not afraid”.

Just because it was Halloween didn’t mean it was any different from any other night. A sound was heard off to her right behind her. A soft sound, and then another, the sound of footsteps, She turned and looked in the direction of the sound, nothing there. She turned back again walking faster.

The footsteps could be heard to be coming nearer. “Oh crap”, she thought, her heart beginning to beat faster, “I really don’t need this, not tonight”. Suddenly a black cat appeared in front of her and she shrieked without meaning to. She staggered around the cat, her walk now increased to almost a run. The streets seemed even darker than before. The edges of the shadows seemed to be reaching out to touch her.

The now pounding footsteps behind her were running, their pounding keeping beat with her racing heart. She broke into a run.

She could see her car, so near. Her breathing ragged, she was sure she could make it, so near now, so near. In just another few seconds, she reached out to the handle of the door. Locked, “Oh my lord”. She thought, A heavy hand landed on her shoulder, she screamed and turned.

“Lady, I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to catch you for several blocks now. You left your purse at the restaurant when you paid your bill.” The Restaurant manager was breathing as heavy as she as was as he handed her the purse. She smiled a shaky smile and thanked him. He smiled back.

She felt so silly, so very silly, it was Halloween after all the mind plays tricks on one’s imagination, She reached into her purse for her keys and turned to thank him once more. His smile was larger than before, that was when she saw the fangs.

Happy Halloween, everyone,

Penny