Jack-o-Lantern
It just sits there, smiling its evil grin at me...
I stand, waiting for my boyfriend to finish getting ready.
We're supposed to go trick-or-treating together, but he claims he doesn't want me to see his costume before it's complete.
I slide down to sit on the steps, waiting ever-impatiently for him to finish.
It just sits there...watching me...waiting for me to look away; the flame flickers inside, cooking the rotten flesh of the 20-day old Jack-o-Lantern.
On occasion, I swear I could've seen the mouth move slightly. I try not to smear the makeup on my face as I rub one eye, keeping the other on the pumpkin.
This time, I know I saw it. The eyes---they've moved.
It's now staring directly at me. I freeze. "He'll never believe me..." I think to myself, now rubbing the other eye.
"Wh-What do you want from me, Mr. Jack-o-Lantern??" I ask, shivering at the chill in the air.
"I could use a new candle." He replied, opening his mouth wide as the flame inside flickers out.
"I'll grab one from Craig's mom," I state, looking to the ground as I stand to my feet. "Y-You're... nicer than I'd expected, sir." I look back to his face.
He grins, his teeth now sharp and bloody. "That's what that squirrel thought too, before he tried to take a bite out of me."