It was a late Halloween night. I was just carving my Jack-O'-Lanterns. I was in my room, the door was closed. I could hear the thunderstorm outside. Suddenly, while I was focusing on the pumpkin, the door opened, slowly. I thought it was the wind at first, so I just closed it and continued my work. Later that night, when I was asleep, I heard a bang on my door, a loud one. I got spooked and quietly crawled out of my bed to check it out, even if I was scared. I was greeted by another pumpkin that I didn't even own. It wasn't mine. This was a once in a lifetime experience.
