Jack

You just arrived home from a party and your still outside. The last song, jamming in your mind as you head up the yard. Sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh. What's that? Sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh. You look twords the sound. Sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh. There, right at the edge of the house, by the door. Sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh. It's coming for you. The grin all light up in yellow. Sklurplunk, slosh. The pumpkin you enjoyed carving for Halloween is coming for you, it's yellow grin permanently staining your eyes. Sklurplunk, slosh. You stare at the orange ball as it slides across the ground wearing that familiar grin. How can it be? Oh but it is. It's Jack the jack-o'-lantern