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The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve (part 17)

October 17th

(Last Year)

I camped out in Cas’ room again last night, changing it up a bit. I hoped it would help trip up our intruder. I buried myself in the opposite corner from the previous night. Instead of using blankets, Cas piled clothes on top of me. I looked like a regular dirty laundry heap, with just my face visible.

“Will it work?” Cas asked.

“I don’t know. But if it doesn’t, I have another plan. We’ll catch it. I promise.” I said.

“We better. I don’t think I can take much more.”

A couple times throughout the night, my eyes got super heavy. I know I never fell asleep, even though it would have been easy in the warm clothes cocoon. I needed to get to the bottom of this whole mess. For both our sakes.

I never heard anything except for the ticking clock. The waiting and the constant tick-tock were enough to test anyone’s sanity. So I kept my mind busy by thinking up new plans for if I needed them.

As the sun started coming up and the room grew lighter, I knew our unwelcome visitor had struck again. I could make out the silhouette of a pumpkin sitting on the end of the bed. After stretching a bit of the stiffness from my body, I made my way over in the dim light to inspect the accursed thing. It was just an ordinary, baseball sized gourd. No writing, but a few more of those creepy growths.

(This Year)

I drifted in and out of sleep last night. Those stupid pumpkins and jack-o’-lanterns filling my head. They were dancing and laughing. Always laughing.

At one point, something brushed my arm. It felt like cloth of some sort, but too coarse to be my sheets. When I moved my legs, I felt something move between my feet. I knew it would be a plain, baseball size gourd, but still needed to check.

I hate these things. My sleep is terrible. My brain is foggy all the time. I think I’m on the edge of crazy.

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The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve (part 16)

October 16th

(Last Year)

After dinner last night, I told Cas about the pumpkin I found this morning. She didn’t take it very well. She started hyperventilating. Between her rapid, panicked breaths, she forced the words out.

“You…lied. You…broke…your…promise.”

“No I didn’t. You would have freaked this morning. And we can’t let mom and dad know. At least not yet.” I said. “I’m still helping. Relax and focus on your breathing.”

I set up in the corner again as Cas got in bed. Her breathing finally slowed down but a soft cry followed. She shut off the light, but I could still hear the occasional sniffle.

We both must have fallen asleep because I woke to the sound of a creaking floorboard sometime in the early morning hours. As quick as I could, I flicked on my pocket flashlight and aimed it toward Cas’ bed.

I caught a flicker of movement but nothing else. Cas was sitting in her bed, wide eyed, staring at something. When I followed her gaze with the flashlight beam, a little jack-o’-lantern was glaring at me with a toothy grin. On closer inspection, it also had the letter T scratched into it.

“Did you see it?” She whispered.

“Only a shadow. What did you see?”

“Same.” She was surprisingly calm as she said it. I think she was in a mild state of shock.

“This is madness. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But there’s nothing we can do right now. Let’s get what sleep we can.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. But I’ll try.”

I needed a new plan.

(This Year)

My sleep was erratic last night. I got a few minutes here, twenty minutes there. At some point, a floorboard creaked. I didn’t know if it was a dream, a memory, or really happening. Then I noticed a deeper area of darkness at the foot of my bed. When I felt the slight pressure on the covers between my feet, I knew it was really happening.

I tried to switch on the lamp next to the bed as fast as possible, but the sheets tangled my hand. When I finally broke free of the sheets, I clicked on the lamp, the brightness shocking my eyes.

It took a few seconds for my eyesight to recover, but there it was. A little jack-o’-lantern. Smiling, laughing, mocking me. Wearing the T like it was the greatest joke ever.

These pumpkins can return to whatever cursed field they were harvested from. And they can take whoever is doing this with them.

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The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve (part 15)

October 15th

(Last Year)

Cas didn’t say anything this morning, but I could tell she hadn’t slept well. The dark circles under her eyes were proof enough.

I waited until everyone was in bed before sneaking into Cas’ room. I rushed my finger to my lips to keep her from yelling.

“Did you get another pumpkin this morning?” I asked.

She nodded her head and produced the newest one, complete with the letter N. Once I saw it, I confessed everything.

“You’re not trying to trick me?” She asked.

“I promise it’s not me anymore.”

“You swear?”

“Cross my heart, hope to die.”

“Pinky promise.”

I locked pinkies with her. “Pinky promise.”

That really sent her over the edge. Offering to help make it stop calmed her down enough to tell her my plan.

I stayed in her room, wrapping myself in a blanket in the corner. I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. Unfortunately, I fell asleep shortly after Cas.

When I woke up, I could see a small pumpkin on her bed. I quietly lifted it off her cover and inspected it for the letter I figured would be there. Before I could confirm it was an N, Cas started stirring so I hid it behind me while shuffling backward out of her room. I didn’t want her freaking out because I could hear our parents rustling around in the kitchen downstairs.

(This Year)

I didn’t sleep much, the guilt more than anything kept me tossing around and wrestling with the covers. My eyes couldn’t have been closed for more than a minute or two at one point. When I jolted awake, there was the little pumpkin with a crooked N sitting at the foot of my bed.

If this keeps up, I’m going to have to come down with the flu or something. Everyone at school is noticing a change in my personality. Hell, even my parents are taking notice, and they don’t catch on to anything these days.

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The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve (part 14)

October 14th

(Last Year)

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.

(This Year)

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.

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The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve (part 13)

October 13th

(Last Year)

I decided to stop my little prank and didn’t place any pumpkin trinket for Cas to find. I didn’t want her to think of me as a crappy big brother and I really didn’t want to get in trouble if she told our parents. It wouldn’t matter if I denied everything. They would still take her side.

I also entertained the idea of telling Cas everything to get her back to her old self. Even if that old self was a bit of a pain.

Imagine my surprise the next morning when she shuffled past me holding a small pumpkin gourd. The letter A on its side accusing me of wrong doing.

There’s no way this was possible. I didn’t do anything last night. Maybe she’s trying to turn the tables on me. Using my prank to get back at me. But how would she know what the next letter was supposed to be.

I’ll just pretend like nothing’s off and see if she can keep it up.

(This Year)

Woke up this morning to a pumpkin gourd on top of my covers at the foot of the bed. The bold A looked seared into the rind. This keeps playing out like before. Only two people should know this and my sister’s gone. Unless… no… that couldn’t be.

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The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve (part 12)

October 12th

(Last Year)

Figuring out places to put the pumpkin tokens was starting to be a real headache. I’d never went this in depth messing with Cas before. Plus, I was really starting to feel bad about it. She definitely looks like she’s not getting much sleep, which makes it that much harder to put the pumpkin items where she’ll find them.

I decided to stop after placing one last item. I’m pretty sure she’s got the point.

I waited for our parents to go to bed. Then, I crept to her door and opened it the slightest crack. I crouched there listening for an eternity. Finally, her breathing changed to the deep, relaxed sighs of restful sleep.

I took the cue, slinking in to place another wind up pumpkin with an S drawn on top on the floor. She was sure to bump it, with her feet, getting out of bed.

I guess she found it this morning. When I went past her room she was sobbing quietly into her pillow. Boy did I feel like a big fat jerk.

(This Year)

I tried staying up last night to catch whoever was doing this, but I dozed off at some point. I woke up with a start, just as it was getting light outside. I knew what was on the floor, so I just lay there staring at the ceiling for around twenty minutes.

Eventually, I couldn’t put it off any longer and peered over the edge of the bed. Sure enough, a wind up pumpkin sat there, the S mocking me. I needed to catch the culprit before this drives me to the asylum.

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The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve (part 11)

October 11th

(Last Year)

Today I stuck a pumpkin sticker in the book Cas reads after dinner. When she found it, she came to my room and knocked lightly on my door.

“Come in,” I said. She sort of shuffled in with her head down. “What do you want?”

She wasn’t her usual loud, obnoxious self though. I almost couldn’t understand her when she started talking. “Will you please stop doing this?” She asked, holding up the sticker.

“I don’t know what thiiiiis is,” I said, snatching the sticker from her hand.

“Look, I don’t care anymore. I’m really getting freaked out because I can’t figure out how you’re doing it. I’ve started having nightmares and I’m losing sleep. You’ve made your point. Please just stop.”

“It’s… not… me. This has the Goblin Saint written all over it.”

“Fine! Your prank is going to far. You’ve left me no choice. I’m telling mom and dad.”

“Eww… not a good idea Sis. I heard the Goblin Saint force feeds the guts from carved pumpkins to the kids that tell adults about the little mementos he leaves. Hope you like raw pumpkin innards because that’s what you’ll be eating for eternity.”

Cas didn’t say anything else. She simply turned and slunk out of my room. I’m not positive but I think she started to cry.

(This Year)

A super creepy jack-o’-lantern sticker fell out of a gaming magazine I pulled out of the mailbox. I heard it slap the concrete. When I looked down, there was a toothy grin staring up at me. Who is doing this? Did my parents find out somehow and were giving me a sample of what Cas went through? But how would they know where to place the pumpkins or what letters to use? I hope I can catch the perpetrator tonight. I know what the next move will be.

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