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.
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.