Cursed Pumpkin
In the dimly lit living room of Ethel's house, I found myself encircled by my costumed companions, all of us bracing ourselves for a hectic night of Halloween revelry. However, an ominous cloud of unease hung heavily over us, casting a nervous pallor upon our faces. Ethel's phone on the coffee table emitted a faint buzz, causing us to exchange anxious glances.
"It's from Carrol," Ethel announced, her voice trembling as she read the message aloud. "'I heard about your little party, and I won't be left out. See you soon.'"
A collective gasp filled the room, and a sense of panic set in. Carrol was notorious for her ill-fortune and evil gossip, and we were determined to prevent her from spoiling our night. We urgently needed a plan.
Chris, his voice quivering, offered a suggestion gleamed from watching too many zombie and Evil Dead movies. "What if we fortify all entrances and windows? Maybe that will deter her."
Ethel, her tone laced with skepticism, muttered, "That won't work. She's like a vampire. She always finds a way in. Also bad luck always to follow her around like a stray dog."
Suddenly, an idea struck me. "What about that pumpkin residing in Old Lady Patterson's field? You know, the one that looks like a huge teratoma, complete with teeth, eyes, and veins, that's rumored to bring ill fortune to anyone who dares touch it?"
Everyone's eyes widened. It was a risky proposition, but we were desperate.
We hurried to the field, cautiously handling the cursed pumpkin with gloves hands. Ethel, displaying her courageous nature, volunteered to deliver it to Carrol's address. We agreed to reconvene at the party location, hoping that Carrol wouldn't be there to greet us.
As we arranged the eerie decorations and readied the refreshment, we anxiously awaited Ethel's return. The sound of footsteps echoed on the porch, and then Ethel burst the door with a sly grin.
"She won't be troubling us tonight," Ethel declared, revealing a pic. on her iPhone of the cursed pumpkin perched on Carrol's doorstep.
Relief washed over us, and we laughed, feeling triumphant. Our Halloween celebration was safe from Carrol's ill presence after all.
The night was filled with wild mirth, shrieks of delight, and a hint of mischief. As we danced and revealed, we realized that sometimes, drastic measures were necessary to safeguard ourselves from the clutches of a bratzilla.
Our Halloween party became a night of conquest, surrounded by friends, and free from Carrol's tainted aura.
And so, in the spirit of Halloween, we emerged victorious over the forces of darkness.
Written by Mmpratt99 deviantart
Content is available under CC BY-SA
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