I Know What Night It Is. . . .

You’ve been to the Pumpkin Room before and know what to expect. To get to my spooky mansion, you must find your way through the dark forest. Only at night. Alone. In secret. You tell no one. For who could really understand why you want—no, why you need—to hear more stories of darkness and woe. You recognize me, of course. I’m the Seed Reader. I’m the one with the spooky stories. I’m the one who stores them inside pumpkin seeds fixed to the squishy orange walls of the Pumpkin Room.

I don’t yet know which pumpkin seeds you’ll have me open and what stories will be revealed. But there might be a story about a kid who really likes to be alone. Or does he? What’s behind the wall surrounding our camp and why aren’t we allowed to know? And, what’s really buried down here? Why is there a train speeding by only at three in the morning? Who is that boy, where did he come from, and what is he doing lifting weights in the yard all day? When is a real nurse not totally bring a real nurse? Why can’t Dad find the campground? It’s getting late and I guess we’d better stop somewhere. And I’m sure the Tricker is back for another round of Halloween havoc! Oh, and you won’t believe what happens when a girl and her friends to speak to their long lost relatives. . .

You might have to sleep with the light on. . .