I snuck a winking, plastic jack-o’-lantern into the medicine cabinet while Cas showered. I made sure the L I scribbled on it was partially visible when the cabinet was opened. Then I snuck back out and went outside. I pretended to nap on the front porch swing.
A few minutes passed before I heard the screen door squeak open, then slam shut. I opened my eyes in time to see my sister draw back her arm and fling the plastic jack-o’-lantern at me. The sting of it bouncing off my forehead was worth the look on her face.
“Stop doing this Benjamin! It’s past the point of being funny. You’re driving me crazy!”
“What are you going on about? I’ve been out here napping for…” I glanced at my watch, “…about an hour now. So I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop accusing me of stuff I didn’t do. Thank you very much.” I closed my eyes before saying, “ Now if you don’t mind, I want to finish this nap.”
She let out a frustrated sort of growl then stormed back into the house. I couldn’t help smiling a little as the screen door slammed shut again.
After taking my shower this morning, I started to grab the shaving cream from the medicine cabinet. Lo and behold, there was the jack-o’-lantern winking like it was letting me in on its sick joke. I didn’t need to look for the L that I knew would be there, but I did anyway.
When I closed the cabinet, my face looked pasty, like all the color had washed down the drain. This whole thing was absurd. There was no Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve. I made it up. At least I think I made it up. Maybe I heard the story or read about it somewhere. That still doesn’t explain how this is happening.