I slipped a jack-o’-lantern sticker into my sister’s book bag before she left for school. I made sure it was in the pouch with her pencils, so I knew she’d find it.
Boy was she fired up when she got home.
“You better quit. This isn’t funny at all. You’re dumb if you think I’m falling for your tricks,” she said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“This!” She waved the sticker in my face.
“What is it?” I asked, doing my best to act surprised.
“Don’t act dumb. You know it’s a sticker you put in my book bag. I yelped when I found it and everyone laughed. You’re a jerk.”
“That’s funny. Now I wish I had put it there,” I said. “Maybe your teacher put it there or…”
“If you say the Goblin Saint, I’m going to punch you.”
“…the Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve.” I finished, earning a punch to the arm.
Just as I thought, I found a jack-o’-lantern sticker in my book bag. It was winking at me. When I find out who’s doing this, I’m going to throttle them. There’s no such thing as the Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve. I made it all up.