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All I really wanted
to do was to grow pumpkins. For whatever reason I have always had
trouble growing pumpkins.....pumpkin plants, no problem, but never
any pumpkins. So when this little old lady was selling pumpkin seeds
I thought that I would give it one more try.... |
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Maybe it was a bad idea planting the
seeds at midnight on the first full moon following the equinox, but
that's what the old lady told me to do.
Maybe it was a mistake growing the pumpkin
plants in the graveyard..... she said that planting them there would
guarantee results.
Maybe once a pumpkin plant gets a taste
of human flesh it's forever changed.
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| All I know is that
strange things are happening in my pumpkin patch. I have discovered
bones under the pumpkin plants, I have been hearing strange sounds
out there, like muffled screams. |
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My cats have been luring
neighborhood dogs into my pumpkin patch, never to be seen again....the
cats seem pleased with themselves. The neighbors are starting to
become suspicious.... |
| Two wandering missionaries
have turned up missing in my neighborhood. No one has seen the paperboy
for days. |
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| I swear the pumpkin
patch rustles when I walk by....I can almost hear it growling at
me. |
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The pumpkin patch is very strange.
More bodies are appearing, still no pumpkins. The meter reader is
missing.
Maybe the old lady can help me.
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I am afraid
I am very afraid
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