The knife
It was always seen inside the lantern, by others I mean, I was the only one who
ever saw it out. Well, the only one however saw it out and could still tell the
tale! I am Jonathan, you can call my whatever you like, It doesn't
matter now, I belong to her. I should probably get to the story now? Yeah,
I thought so to. It was October and I was out for a walk in the cool
autumn weather when I saw her, she was getting a pumpkin from in front of her
house and starting to cut it free from the vine when she saw me. She
looked up and smiled then raised her arm "Shwing" the pumpkin cam
free and rolled over to me. I stopped and picked it up and started to carry it
up to her, "Here" I said "this rolled down the hill" she looked
up and smiled she had a nice smile, and very pretty warm eyes, at least
they looked warm to me “Thank you" She said " I am carving this
tonight, would you like to join me" I looked down at the knife "I'll
have to ask, but O.K. I guess" "Oh" she said
"you'll get permission," then she traced her eyes all over me
and smiled "See you at 8".
I got
permission, which was weird. My parents didn't even ask who she was
they just said "Yes" I am, unfortunately slow, to slow to see
anything wrong with a pretty girl asking me to carve a pumpkin with her, a
pretty girl with a big knife. I went to her house at 8 and noticed that
there were no other pumpkins in the big square field behind her house, I turned
to knock and she was just leaning on the door frame "Hi" she said
"Hi" I said "why is there only 1 pumpkin in your
field?" "Because I only need 1 to tell me the time" "To
tell you it's autumn?" "No" then she turned inside and I
followed
She took me
to a kitchen and inside there was the pumpkin, the knife and A lantern.
"What's with the lantern?" I asked. She smiled "It holds the
knife" she then turned and smiled "What bleed's dies"
"What" now I finally realized that it was stupid to go alone with a
girl to here house, especially when she has a big knife. I turned to leave but
something caught my waist and pulled me in to a chair." It's that time of
the year" she said picking up the knife "when we choose who
lives or what lives and dies, will it finally be the pumpkin or once again will
it be the boy" She raised the knife to the pumpkin and the pumpkin started
to glow, "Let find out shall we" she raised the knife and swung at
the pumpkin. Out came red blood. "Finally" she said " it's the
boy" "What" I said she turned and smiled "you are
mine" Then she brought something out of her pocket, a syringe, and all I
had time to notice was ""I am tided in vines"" then she
struck.
That
was a long time ago. I have lived in this house ever since, she said I won't
age as long as I don't leave. I wish I could. but whatever she did to me when I
was sleeping left my legs immobile and my arms to weak for many thing's. She keeps
me alive, as long as when that 1 pumpkin grows outside in her backyard it
bleeds, so I don't.
