When I got home that night, I noticed the smiling jack-o-lantern in my front yard was crushed.
October Writing Prompt
Bonni Rambatan
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When I got home that night, I noticed the smiling jack-o-lantern in my front yard was crushed. They’re were back. “Not again”, I muttered and as I went into the tool shed. Gloves, a torch, and of course the trap. The dust had barely had time to settle since last time.

It would come back for the remains of the pumpkin later in the night, it always did. That’s why the trap would work. Baiting the trap was always a bit finicky, and the dark and the gloves didn’t help either, but after a good ten minutes it was set.

“It’s back”, I told my wife as she prepared the dinner table. “So soon?” she asked. “It’s that damn jack-o-lantern, you know how they are about pumpkins. I told you it was a bad idea” I grumbled.

Finally, the dinner table was set. “Do we have any freezer space left? I set the trap.” “You didn’t! It’s almost full!”, she exclaimed. “Maybe the neighbors will be interested?” “Maybe, but — ” she was interrupted by a loud thwack and a groan from the front yard. “Holy — that was fast!”, I shouted, jumping out of my chair and toward the gun cabinet.

“Sasquatch will be the only thing we eat if this keeps up”, my wife sighed as the shot echoed in the night.

I’ve never written a short story before and I have no idea what I’m doing. I hope you liked it :D
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