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say they’re going to make us trick-or-treat forever. Help us—please! You’ve got to help us!”
“Ha-ha! That’s good!” the woman laughed. “That’s very funny. You have a very
good imagination.” She closed the door before I could get out another word.
At the next house, we didn’t even bother to ask for help. We knew no one
would believe us.
“Your bags are so full!” the woman exclaimed. “You must have been
trick-or-treating for hours!”
“We… we like candy a lot,” Walker replied wearily.
I glanced back at the pumpkin heads. They were motioning impatiently. They
wanted us to move on to the next house.
We said good-bye to the woman and made our way across the front yard. Our
trick-or-treat bags were heavy, so we dragged them along the grass.
As we headed to the next driveway, Tabby hurried up beside me. “What are we
going to do?” she whispered in my ear. “How are we going to get away from these… these monsters ?”
I shrugged. I didn’t know how to answer her.
“I’m so scared,” Tabby confessed. “You don’t think these pumpkin creatures
really plan to make us trick-or-treat forever —do you? What do they
really want? Why are they doing this to us?”
“I don’t know,” I said, swallowing hard. I could see that Tabby was about to
cry.
Lee was walking with his head down. He dragged his bulging trick-or-treat bag
behind him. He was shaking his head, muttering to himself.
We stepped up to the next porch and rang the bell. A middle-aged man in
bright yellow pajamas opened the door. “Trick or treat!” we cried wearily.
He dropped little Tootsie Rolls into our bags. “Very late,” he muttered. “Do
your parents know you’re still out?”
We dragged on to the next house. And the next.
I kept waiting for a chance to escape. But the two creatures never let us out
of their sight. They stayed right with us, keeping in the shadows. Their eyes
glowed red from the deepening fire inside their heads.
“More houses,” they chanted, forcing us to cross the street and do the
long row of houses on the other side.
“More houses.”
“I’m so scared,” Tabby repeated to me in a trembling whisper. “So is Lee.
We’re so scared, we feel sick.”
I started to tell her I felt the same way.
But we both gasped when we saw someone walking along the street.
A man in a blue uniform!
At first I thought he was a policeman. But as he stepped under a streetlight,
I saw that he wore a blue work uniform. He had a blue baseball cap on his head.
He carried a large black lunch box in one hand.
He must be coming home from work, I told myself. He was whistling softly to
himself, walking with his head down. I don’t think he saw us.
Tabby changed that. “Helllllp!” she screamed. “Sir—please! Help us!”
The man raised his head, startled. He squinted at us.
Tabby began running across the grass to him. The rest of us followed,
dragging our heavy trick-or-treat bags.
“Help us—please!” Tabby pleaded shrilly. “You’ve got to save us!”
The four of us hurtled breathlessly into the street. We surrounded the
startled man. He narrowed his eyes at us and scratched his brown, curly hair.
“What’s wrong, kids? Are you lost?” he asked.
“Monsters!” Lee exploded. “Headless jack-o’-lantern monsters! They’ve
captured us! They’re forcing us to trick-or-treat!”
The man started to laugh.
“No—it’s true!” Tabby insisted. “You’ve got to believe us! You’ve got to
help us!”
“Hurry!” Lee cried.
The man scratched his hair again. He squinted at us hard, studying our faces.
“Hurry! Please hurry!” Lee wailed.
I stared back at the startled man.
Would he help us?
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“You’ve got to help us!” Lee pleaded.
“Okay. I’ll go along with the joke,” the man said, rolling his eyes. “Where
are your monsters?”
“There!” I cried.
We all turned back to the front yard.
No one there. The pumpkin heads were
“Ha-ha! That’s good!” the woman laughed. “That’s very funny. You have a very
good imagination.” She closed the door before I could get out another word.
At the next house, we didn’t even bother to ask for help. We knew no one
would believe us.
“Your bags are so full!” the woman exclaimed. “You must have been
trick-or-treating for hours!”
“We… we like candy a lot,” Walker replied wearily.
I glanced back at the pumpkin heads. They were motioning impatiently. They
wanted us to move on to the next house.
We said good-bye to the woman and made our way across the front yard. Our
trick-or-treat bags were heavy, so we dragged them along the grass.
As we headed to the next driveway, Tabby hurried up beside me. “What are we
going to do?” she whispered in my ear. “How are we going to get away from these… these monsters ?”
I shrugged. I didn’t know how to answer her.
“I’m so scared,” Tabby confessed. “You don’t think these pumpkin creatures
really plan to make us trick-or-treat forever —do you? What do they
really want? Why are they doing this to us?”
“I don’t know,” I said, swallowing hard. I could see that Tabby was about to
cry.
Lee was walking with his head down. He dragged his bulging trick-or-treat bag
behind him. He was shaking his head, muttering to himself.
We stepped up to the next porch and rang the bell. A middle-aged man in
bright yellow pajamas opened the door. “Trick or treat!” we cried wearily.
He dropped little Tootsie Rolls into our bags. “Very late,” he muttered. “Do
your parents know you’re still out?”
We dragged on to the next house. And the next.
I kept waiting for a chance to escape. But the two creatures never let us out
of their sight. They stayed right with us, keeping in the shadows. Their eyes
glowed red from the deepening fire inside their heads.
“More houses,” they chanted, forcing us to cross the street and do the
long row of houses on the other side.
“More houses.”
“I’m so scared,” Tabby repeated to me in a trembling whisper. “So is Lee.
We’re so scared, we feel sick.”
I started to tell her I felt the same way.
But we both gasped when we saw someone walking along the street.
A man in a blue uniform!
At first I thought he was a policeman. But as he stepped under a streetlight,
I saw that he wore a blue work uniform. He had a blue baseball cap on his head.
He carried a large black lunch box in one hand.
He must be coming home from work, I told myself. He was whistling softly to
himself, walking with his head down. I don’t think he saw us.
Tabby changed that. “Helllllp!” she screamed. “Sir—please! Help us!”
The man raised his head, startled. He squinted at us.
Tabby began running across the grass to him. The rest of us followed,
dragging our heavy trick-or-treat bags.
“Help us—please!” Tabby pleaded shrilly. “You’ve got to save us!”
The four of us hurtled breathlessly into the street. We surrounded the
startled man. He narrowed his eyes at us and scratched his brown, curly hair.
“What’s wrong, kids? Are you lost?” he asked.
“Monsters!” Lee exploded. “Headless jack-o’-lantern monsters! They’ve
captured us! They’re forcing us to trick-or-treat!”
The man started to laugh.
“No—it’s true!” Tabby insisted. “You’ve got to believe us! You’ve got to
help us!”
“Hurry!” Lee cried.
The man scratched his hair again. He squinted at us hard, studying our faces.
“Hurry! Please hurry!” Lee wailed.
I stared back at the startled man.
Would he help us?
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“You’ve got to help us!” Lee pleaded.
“Okay. I’ll go along with the joke,” the man said, rolling his eyes. “Where
are your monsters?”
“There!” I cried.
We all turned back to the front yard.
No one there. The pumpkin heads were
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