Jimmy had noticed that something funny was going on in his neighborhood. Slowly it was becoming more quiet in the evenings with less and less house lights on and virtually no noise from any conversations or television. People were disappearing left and right. He switched on the news the day before Halloween to find out that his best friend was reported missing and also three other teenagers.
“Jimmy, you’re staying home today, and no trick-or-treating tomorrow,” his mother told him.
“But mom, I love Halloween. It’s my favorite holiday.”
“I said no, and that’s final. I don’t need something bad happening to you.”
Jimmy was upset by the fact that he couldn’t go out on Halloween. He had his Freddy costume all picked out and he had tried it on to see the effect. He was so ready this year. Jimmy was also upset that his best friend was missing and he said a prayer that evening before going to bed hoping that his friend was safe.
That evening he woke from his sleep by a screaming noise. He looked out his window and saw something with a big round head chasing a little girl through the neighbor’s yard. Jimmy ran outside, but by the time he got there, they were gone.
On Halloween day, Jimmy decided that he was going to sneak out of the house and go trick-or-treating whether his mom liked it or not. He was old enough to make his own decision. He slipped out of the back door and ran down the street. When he was out of sight, he began to approach houses for his treats.
There weren’t very many other trick-or-treaters out, and it was unusually dark that evening. Most people weren’t even opening their doors.
“This bites,” Jimmy said to himself when he finally decided to give up on the idea. He ripped off his mask and costume to reveal the t-shirt and shorts he wore underneath. He threw the costume in the bushes before heading back home.
Walking in the dark, Jimmy began to hear rustling behind him. Then it sounded like it was coming from all directions. Finally, he saw them. He saw his best friend David, and Samantha, another girl he went to school with. There were other people, too, and they were all walking like zombies. Their heads were orange, though, and pumpkin-shaped. They surrounded him and started to close in on him.
“What are you doing? What happened to you?” Jimmy questioned.
“Jack got us. Jack got us. Now we’re gonna get you. You’re ripe for the picking.”