One day I was in a pumpkin patch. I was looking for a jack-o-lantern. I found a great big one that I was going to take home but suddenly I turned in to a pumpkin.(1)
When I was sleeping I felt a tap on my sholder. Then somebody picked me up. Then they were jabbing me with a knife.(2) Suddenly I could see. Finally I found out I was a jack-o-lantern.
A couple of days later I heard a voice it told me that if I didn’t scare any children that I would get myself back. So on Halloween I did get my body back and ever since I hated Halloween.(3)
(1) Here’s a lesson on the difference between “in to” and “into”. It’s as if I just turned and bumped into a pumpkin, but that’s not what I mean. Read on.
(2) Wow, shit got real, real fast.
(3) While this piece is mostly magical realism, this last sentiment is purely autobiographical. I’ve always hated Halloween.