Halloween won’t be the same.”
She took Mr. xnx Marzanna said. Tomorrow she’d smash it to bits with a shovel and then go throw the pieces off a bridge. The smell of sulfur flared, and then the scent of burning tallow, and then the horrible goblin face came to life, glowing with that flickering orange funeral light. Let me help you get these to your car.”
It took a few trips. Yes, this one will do for you.” She stood. An old woman couldn’t cart all those pumpkins and drive all those posts into the ground herself, after all. Marzanna’s special pumpkins. With trembling fingers she lifted the lid, placed the candle inside, fumbling with a match. She tried to calm her beating heart as she pushed the doorbell. She tried again: “I…I’m sorry. Just do what you want.
