The Phantom of the Pumpkin Patch

Download or read book The Phantom of the Pumpkin Patch written by Drac Von Stoller and published by Drac Von Stoller. This book was released on 2024-09-07 with total page 18 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: The Miller family was all smiles as they drove down the winding dirt road that led to their pumpkin patch. It was Halloween day, and the crisp autumn air was filled with the promise of fun, costumes, and candy. This year, they'd decided to take a different approach to their Halloween festivities. Instead of just buying pumpkins from the local market, they'd planted their own patch on their farm. "I can't believe we actually did this," Susan Miller exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is going to be the best Halloween ever!" Her husband, Jake, chuckled. "I'm just hoping we don't end up with a bunch of tiny, misshapen pumpkins." As they pulled into the driveway, Susan's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, look at them! They're huge!" The pumpkins were indeed impressive. They were a deep orange hue, with smooth, unblemished skins. As they walked through the patch, Susan and Jake couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. They'd worked hard to cultivate these pumpkins, and it was rewarding to see them thriving. Little did they know, their joy was about to be shattered. That night, as they were preparing to carve their pumpkins, they heard a strange noise coming from the patch. It was a low, guttural growl that seemed to come from deep underground. Jake grabbed a flashlight and ventured out to investigate. As he approached the patch, the growling intensified. He shone the flashlight around, but there was nothing to be seen. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a small mound of dirt that had been disturbed. He knelt down and began to dig. To his horror, he uncovered a wooden coffin. It was old and weathered, and the lid was slightly ajar. Inside, he saw the skeletal remains of a man. A chill ran down his spine as he realized that he had disturbed a grave. Jake scrambled back to the house and told Susan what he had found. She was terrified, but she also felt a sense of guilt. They had planted their pumpkin patch on top of a grave, and now they were being haunted by the spirit of the deceased. That night, strange things began to happen. The pumpkins would mysteriously disappear, only to reappear the next morning with strange, carved symbols on their skins. The Miller family heard eerie whispers in the night, and they felt a cold draft that seemed to come from nowhere. As Halloween approached, the haunting grew more intense. The Millers were terrified, but they knew they couldn't simply abandon their home. They had to confront the phantom and find a way to make peace with it. One night, as they were sitting by the fireplace, they heard a knock on the door. When they opened it, they found a tall, shadowy figure standing on the porch. It was the phantom. "You have disturbed my peace," the phantom's voice echoed through the house. "You have desecrated my grave." Susan and Jake felt a wave of fear wash over them. They knew they had done wrong, and they were prepared to face the consequences. "We're sorry," Susan whispered. "We didn't know." "You must leave," the phantom said. "Leave this place and never return." The Millers knew they had no choice. They packed their belongings and left the farm that night. As they drove away, they looked back at the pumpkin patch. The pumpkins were still there, but they seemed to be glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light. The phantom of the pumpkin patch had claimed its victims, and the Miller family would never forget the terrifying Halloween they had spent in that haunted place. But the story didn't end there. As the Millers drove away from their farm, they felt a strange pull, an inexplicable urge to turn back. It was as if invisible tendrils were reaching out from the pumpkin patch, wrapping around their minds and tugging them back towards the horror they had just escaped. Jake gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. "We can't go back," he muttered, more to himself than to Susan. "We can't." Susan nodded, her face pale in the dim light of the dashboard. "I know, but... I can't shake this feeling. It's like we've left something behind."