Pumpkin Lad and Candy Wrappers
A few years ago, there was a boy with unusal giner bobbed hair, short and round like a pumpkin, and he lived in a spooky house. For years, especially on Halloween night, the boy was to stayed inside his home all night. The boy was sad and wanted to join the other kids of the neighborhood, and go out trick-or-treating with them. So he sneaked out and left his spooky house with a cape, masked, and an empty sack. The Pumpkin Lad is what we'll call him, as he runs the streets collecting candy and sweets with a joyful heart. He was such a good, happy lad, and then he met some kids and befriend them. They liked his costume.
They went trick-or-treating together, and had tons of fun, but then they went to the spooky house, where the Pumpkin Lad lives. He tells them, "That's my house. We don't have any candy in there."
"What?! This can't be your house! No one can live in there!" said one of the children. Another one agrees, "Yeah! You're just scared to go in there, are you?"
"No, I'm not," replied the Pumpkin Lad. "I'm serious."
"Oh, yeah? Then give us a tour of your 'house'," demanded the first child, who was dressed like Frankenstein. "If this is really your house, then I'll give you my whole bag of candy. If not, I'm calling you bluff!"
So the Pumpkin Lad leads them inside the manor and gives them a tour. The children entered the home of the Pumpkin Lad, where creaky stairs and doors were common, tree branches always looked like hands through the windows, and cobwebs is their natural decoration. The children dressed like Frankestein, Mummy, Werewolf, Dracula, Skeleton Dancer, and Witch, huddle together as they explore the house. The Frankestein spoke with a hint of fear. "S-See? No one lives here. Where's your parents?"
"Probably out working late tonight again," answered the Pumpkin Lad while some of the kids scoffed but cower. Past the creepy father clock, and up the moaning stairs, there is a dakr hallway with only the faint moonlight, creating mischievous-looking shadows behind their backs, as the Pumpkin Lad showed them the rooms.
The children gasped and shrieked when they found a room that was a mad scientist's paradise, a sickening lab full of grotestique oddities, and the room next door had shelves filled with creepy-looking dolls that looked too real and swear one of them had blinked. Across was a room with three coffins, each fit for a child, with bats hanging above it, and they had such eerie glowing red eyes. Many rooms had frightened the children, but they wouldn't run because of their pride. And plus, it was Halloween, would you believe all was real?
The Pumpkin Lad showed them his room and were surprised it looked simply neat and plain. They entered and formed a circle on the floor while the Pumpkin Lad closes the door. The Mummy Boy asks, "So, is it just you and your parents living here? No one else?"
"Yeah, pretty much," answered the Pumpkin Lad.
"But this can't be your house," said the Fankestein Kid. "It's all crumbly, and broken, and practically falling apart."
"But it is," said the Pumpkin Lad after he lits a candle burning brightly in the room. "Here. This is a picture of me and my parents last Halloween."
He hands them a picture frame and saw the Pumpkin Lad dressed like a skeleton and his parents dressed like scarecrows with pumpkin heads. The parents's costume was made really well, and impressed the kids. The Werewolf Girl asked, "So, what can we do now? We got time to spare."
"Oh, how about a scary story!" exclaimed the Skeleton Dancer Girl.
"Hey, do you know any scary stories?" asked the Dracula Boy to the Pumpkin Lad.
He replies, "Well, I think so."
"Cool, tell us then," said the Frankestein Kid.
The Pumpkin Lad nods and begins his story:
The last person to visit here was a young boy, who wanted to be friends with the monsters, so he entered this house, and was never seen again. Years passed, most assumed he was dead, but some say he was happy, and you could hear wicked laughter coming from the yard.
The children looked at the Pumpkin Lad strangely while the Franketsein Kid exclaims, "That's not scary! That's barely a story!"
"That's because there's no ending. It still goes on," said the Pumpkin Lad.
"What do you mean?" asked the little Witch finally. She hadn't spoken all night and was always unfazed.
"The boy still lives, but hardly anyone talks about him," said the Pumpkin Lad. "And he's always hungry, but can only eat sweets."
"Oh, I see now," said the Frankestein Kid.
"What?" asked the children.
"He wants more candy," said the Frankestein Kid as he points at the Pumpkin Lad. "This isn't your real house. This is all just a prank! He just wants our candy and is trying to scare us off!"
"Boy, aren't you sour," said the Pumpkin Lad. "That's my least favorite flavor, but I can still eat it."
"Wait, what?" said the Frankenstein Kid, confused, while a trap door opens and he falls in. His screams echo the halls while the children gasped and look up to their strange friend. The Pumpkin Lad smiles, "Mother and Father will be angry at me for leaving the house, so I must prepare them dinner to put them in a good mood."
"Uhh, is this some trick or something?" asked the Werewolf Girl. "Cause I ain't liking it."
"No, I only make treats," said the Pumpkin Lad bluntly. "But I need special ingredients for my treats."
He says as he pulls the levers behind his back while the rest of the children fell through the trap doors. The Skeleton Dancer fell in the basement, where she lands in a pool of water. A cute floatie comes to her with a candy wrapper taped on its head. She takes the floatie and reads the candy wrapper.
"Happy Halloween" Was all it said while a group of pirananas swarm around the Skeleton Dancer Girl and devours her flesh in bits and pieces.
The Mummy, Werewolf, and Dracula children fell into the three coffins, only to find out they were iron maidens as the the lids fall on top of them and the spikes easily stabs through their squirming bodies. There were no spikes at their faces as they each read their candy wrappers tapped on the lid as their last act.
"I enjoyed our trick-or-treating."
"But I want my treats."
"No hard feelings, okay?"
Meanwhile the Frankestein Kid was strapped in an electric chair, which sat in the middle of the laboraty they saw earlier. The Frankenstein Kid struggles to escape when he saw the Pumpkin Lad with a needle in hand. "You're too sour for my parents, so I'll make you sweeter. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
The Pumpkin Lad injects the strange serum in the poor boy's arm as he screams in pain. His skin turns green and then a nasty purple; the feeling of acid coursing through one's veins is not a pretty picture, nor a happy feeling. The Pumpkin Lad watches his "friends" die one-by-one, and went to the doll room to find the Witch Lass, but to his surprised she was not there excpet for a single candy wrapper. He picks it up and left furious. Carrying candy wrappers in his pocket and a ax in hand the Pumpkin Lad searches for the Witch Lass, but could not find her. He then spotted her at the main hall near the exit as he walks down the stairs to meet her. The Witch Lass turns to face him while holding her pumpkin shaped-basket. "I have to go home."
She unwraps a piece of candy and toss it in her mouth while dropping the wapper on the floor. He pulls out the candy wrappers out of his pocket and tosses them at the witch. The written wrappers scattered around her feet as she looks down at them, and then back to the lad. The Pumpkin Lad said, "That's not my hand writing. How did you escaped alive?"
The Witch Lass only stared with her big eyes, like that of a mysterious owl, and then she digs through her basket for something. The Pumpkin Lad tilts his head confused while the Witch pulls out a match and lights it bright. The Witch Lass answered, "There's no candy here, so I play tricks. You're a bad host if you want my treats."
She drops the burning match on the candy wrappers, which flickered and burned and spread like wildfire. The Pumpkin Lad tries to reach her, but a wall of fire blocks his path and surrounds him. The lad pulls out the candy wrappers that he found as he slowly begins to burn. The first part was tapped on the Frankenstein Kid's shoulder while the second was in the doll room.
"I don't play nicely. So I'll give you a witch's punisment."
The Pumpkin Lad screams as he dies in the fire, along with his spooky house, while the Witch Lass exits the building with plenty of treats in her basket. Happily she skips while humming a happy tune and drops one last wrapper.
"Always give out treats to naughty little children."