The Pumpkin Alternate Ending

A long time ago in the 1900s there was a woman named Rosemary. She loved fall and wanted some pumpkin seeds. Rosemary decided to go to the farm with her husband Norman and her sister Carrie. Every year they would go to the farm to get pumpkins. This year they were really excited because the farm got better more orange pumpkins. Carrie was in her high 50s and so was Norman. Her sister Carrie was in her high 40s.

It was Halloween night and Elizabeth was at the pumpkin patch picking the perfect pumpkin for the pumpkin carving contest on her street. She saw her best friend, Lindsey, down the street so she ran down to meet her.

Katrina lay soundlessly in her bed as the wind whipped and whistled against the glass of the window. She was awakened abruptly by the casting glow of a flashlight shining in on her and then trailing around the house. She slinked to her window to peer around the pane, but the light was no longer there. Instead there was a pumpkin head smashed against her window atop of horse’s body. The pumpkin began to speak and as it did, it left a trail of fog on the cold fall night. It told her never to tell anyone that she saw a pumpkin peering in on her and that if she told anyone he would burden her from her sleep and there would be no trace of her left behind. Oddly enough this voice resembled the schoolmaster, Ichabod Crane.

“Ughhh,” Was my only reaction as I was speared in the arm by my sister’s pumpkin, because by this time I couldn’t even feel any more pain. My vision swam as I faded in and out of consciousness. ‘The pumpkin’s cartoon face seemed to say “karma!’ I tried not to close my eyes but the pain was like a rushing river threatening to take me away. Finally I collapsed from exhaustion, and the pain swept me away into unconsciousness and my world faded into darkness.

“Mom!” Emily shrieked, panic filling her mind. She sprinted down the stairs to the basement, not bothering to wait for her little brother. Behind her, she heard Navin running after her, yelling at her to wait for him. She waved at him dismissively, knowing that she didn’t have any time to stop. Navin would just have to catch up to her.

Carla takes a deep breath and places the knife on the table. She sweeps the sharp, ceramic shards off of the floor. Carly, driven towards the luminescent pumpkin, skips over to it and takes a bite out of the side. Carla doesn’t seem to notice Carly is near the pumpkin. Carly rushes to her mother’s side, and apologizes for the mess she made. Carla doesn’t think a thing of it until she notices Carly has a sinister gleam to her eyes. Carla accepts the apology, and decides to ignore Carly’s facial expression. Carly offers help, and Carla accepts.

Ayla could not believe the anguish in Kailey’s voice. All she could remember was running out the room, passing by her mom, and somehow making her way downstairs to the black leather love seat where she lay curled up into a tight ball. Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought of Kailey’s words, “Get out and stay out!” While the words stung, Ayla was more hurt and embarrassed by the fact that Kailey’s friends were witness to the actions that lead to her running away from them. All she could think of was how she felt about Kailey as she blurted out between sobs, “I hate you Kailey… I hate you!”

“Where have you been?” I hear the second I walk through the front door. My hand slowly crept its way across the wall struggling to find the light switch. I turned it on fully expecting to see my Aunt sitting in the living room with her arms cross and a stern look on her face. Instead, I flick it on to see my cousin standing right beside me with a worried look on her face. “I thought something happened when you didn’t come home. The town is so small you couldn’t possibly get lost. So a kidnapping was the only rational solution,” she blurted.

Glancing her eyes around, she shrugged, “We save more money this way.” Taking another look around, her eyes stopped on my brother, who was asleep in one of the chairs “You should get some sleep too, we got a lot of work ahead of us. The relator said there was two rooms upstairs.” She continued to speak as she picked up my brother and put him into the bed with her, just seconds later Jinx jumped up and laid at the bottom of the bed with them. Shaking my head slightly, Lola to follow me as I walk back down the dark hallway. It is really too dark to notice the details, you can only see a shape of something and hope not

Behind her in the living room, someone cleared his throat. She panicked, she didn’t know is she should turn around or not. She didn’t know if she wanted to see what frightful thing would be standing in her living room. Behind her, she could hear someone walking closer and closer to her very slowly.

I had a choice, either stop cutting and starve for today or keep cutting which makes it brighter and brighter and higher and higher until. Ire in the stratosphere. Then I really had to stop or did I. I did one final cut and you could see the set juiciness of pumpkin. But then the pumpkin exploded, everywhere on our floor! Everywhere, and everywhere, and everywhere until it disappeared and the strangest thing then happened. Something unconventional, something peculiar, something that would change our lives. It was A, A, A ….

“I’m home!” I yelled as I opened the faded red front door. No reply, maybe nobody was home. That’s strange, mom was always home to nag at me right when I got home from school. I guess it’s my lucky day. I ran up the stairs and took the first right turn to my room.

This is not a Linus fantasy sequence or a visit to the Twilight Zone. I?m referring, instead, to the annual eruption of pumpkin recipes that seems to overshadow the coming of fall and the holiday season, beginning with the eve of the Feast of All Hallows, or All Saints Day to Roman Catholics. It seems that every year the uses for this orange colored squash expands and diversifies. This year is no different. Don?t misunderstand me, I look forward to the annual visit of pumpkin donuts and muffins, courtesy of Dunkin? Donuts, as much as anyone, but now it expands beyond pumpkin flavored coffee into an evening cocktail.

I slouched in my car and awaited Jane’s blue Toyota. Roughly 20 minutes passed before Jane arrived. My eyes stayed on her as she gracefully got out of her car and headed for the door. At this time I also got out of my car and began to walk towards the door. Gradually I caught up to her and in the darkness I aggressively pulled her away from her friends. My hand glued her mouth shut as she attempted to let out a cry. Lucky for me her friends were way to distracted on making sure their costumes were aligned perfectly before entering that they didn’t even notice Jane was missing. Petite, little Jane was too weak to resist as I shoved her into my car and took

After she’s done she pops a piece of spearmint gum in her mouth, to mask the smell of vomit, knowing it won’t actually but also knowing no one will notice except maybe Brian, and if he noticed he wouldn’t say anything.