I woke up to Cas standing next to my bed, staring down at me. It made me sit straight up. She thrust another pumpkin gourd in my face. I could see the pores she put it so close. And the couple of tumor like growths gave me the creeps.
“Stop!” She demanded.
“Why do you think I’m doing this?” I asked
“Because, it was your stupid story. Just stop!” She dropped the pumpkin on my chest before turning and leaving.
I plucked the pumpkin off my chest, being careful not to touch the growths. The I carved in the side made my stomach do a little flip. If there’s another one tomorrow with the right letter, I’m coming clean to Cas. Then maybe the two of us can figure this out.
There was another gourd at the foot of my bed this morning. It was identical to the one last year. I probably deserve this. After all, I did set everything in motion with that stupid story. Tonight, I’m going to do everything I can to stay up and catch whoever or whatever is doing this.