"There," said my Dad, as he handed me our jack-o-lantern. "Just set it on the porch." 

We had just spent an entire Saturday evening on this one pumpkin. Since my dad and I spent hours making the perfect jack-o-lantern, we added other stuff to it instead of being a cheesy cartoon face. We could pressurize the inside to blow off the lid, and we put it on a lazy Susan to spin it around so it would look like it moves. Instead of just carving out a face on it, we sculpted it to look like an actual head! So, as I crept to the porch, I herd a quaint, soft, menacing laughter come from something inside. When I waked in, all the lights had been turned off and instead of the clock reading 11:30, it read 1:29. Probably just a couple hours ahead I thought. So I went to bed without thinking much of it. Before I drifted off into a realm of fantasy and utter control for hours on end, I kept thinking to myself, what if time really did shift? Was it just my dad playing a spoopy trick? It could just be my mind going into a weird phase of tiredness and exhaustion? I'll figure it out in the morning. I thought, being the regular, lazy, procrastinator I am. 

I really wanted to figure this out, but was too tired and ready for sleep. Would it really be that hard to figure this out? Everyone seems to be asleep, maybe I can do it in around 5 minutes. just to make sure I walked all over the house and saw nobody, not even my dog who seems to never sleep. All I did was put a pumpkin outside. have they been planning this for a ling time? or was it an immediate thought? What if its all supernatural and it's not a joke? So many questions rushed through my mind. Many were IT themed because I recently watched the reboot since the first one in 1990. Right as I thought of the plot of IT, I thought i saw a clown out of the corner of my eye. It looked EXACTLY like Pennywise, out of what i could see. After I turned the corner, I saw a red balloon floating perfectly in the hallway. It was directly in the middle of the hallway, not touching any walls the ceiling, or the floor. I immediately thought maybe it some sort of demon or ghost who makes whatever i think into a reality. I start thinking of Scrooge McDuck and how rich he is. after I open my eyes, the balloon was gone! I looked down, and saw a $1 bill. I pick it up, and right as I touch it, it burst into flames. Dang. i think in my head. Maybe this ghost demon makes everything into a scary or miserable. If this was a practical joke, it would've taken some INTENSE wizardry to make the balloon appear, the bill to burst into flames, and the coin to disappear. I feel a gentle, but firm grip on my shoulder, and see an extremely old and decrepit with an arm as tall as me. I jump back in fear. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!
I'm screaming in my head now. I realize I have to get out of here.

I start sprintinig as fast as I can. next thing I know, my head is throbbing in pain. My mind is racing with emotion and thoughts, I forget them as fast as I hear them. I jump to my feet as fast as I can and finallyhear myself screaming in both pain and fear. my mind is so foggy. A shiver goes down my spine as I hear something be knocked over from the kitchen. I jst about crash through the door and trip on the pumpkin my sister made. I suddenly realize that the pumkin is gone! All those work hours, just to have it stolen. Maybe thats whats making this happen! I then remembered I was on the floor under what felt like a blanket. it felt warm and fuzzy, so I passed out and hoped nothing would kill me. When I wake up, I find myself in a bright room and I say "What happened?" hoping for a good response.
A dark voice from the shadows says "Something the average boy doesn't experience in his life." I started to think who this person - if a person at all - is. "Who are you?" I ask in a groggy, tired voice. Then silence. I hear a loud muffled crack behind the door almost like a gunshot. "Where am I?" I then focus on the roof. Then I realize exactly where I am.

By: Cason Davenport