Of course, I slipped down the hill that
magically appeared and fell into a 10x10 hole (you know, the ones they used to
make in the movie Holes). The
pumpkins were rolling down at lightning speed, all determined to land in the
hole with me. Would I be buried alive? My face was covered in sweat as I lay in
this dirt hole.
As I tried to get up, the pumpkins pushed
me back down forcefully. I looked for a safe place to put my body, because I
had come to the pumpkin patch to do some serious work. I needed data for my
statistics project, and I had come to the pumpkin patch to record the amount of
time it took each group of visitors to choose a pumpkin. I had nestled in to
watch the groups of visitors as they examined the pumpkins. I never thought
that any type of supernatural activity would take place. I needed data that was
measurable, not terribly scary for horror stories.
Oops, here came a group intent on
choosing a pumpkin. How long would it take? I kept quietly trying to reassure
the pumpkins that my goal was purely scientific. I was just there to watch! It
seemed all the visitors were wearing heavy clothing, protecting their faces; it
was not a cold day!
As the day progressed, out of the corner
of my eye, I swear I caught a glimpse of an orange on a man’s face. Had he come
to the pumpkin patch to get a pumpkin, or was a pumpkin after him? Just then, I saw the jack-o-lantern that was
chasing him! Aaaaggggghhh! Then the pumpkin met another pumpkin and they fell
in love! Then one day, the couple got into a really big argument. Then the two pumpkins busted open.
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