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Sam isn’t a liar, nor is he delusional. Bob didn’t want to make a huge deal and upset his son, so he’d kept it mild. But if Sam really saw something, then it came from somewhere.
I like that Bob believes Sam about the TV and what Sam saw on it.
Jeremy shrugs. “Something she read on Facebook, I guess. She’s worried about the kids showing up again.”
“My mom says there might be more kidnappings soon.”
I had this thought as well when I read what Jeremy said about his mom. Seems suspicious that the missing kids are coming back.
There’s a pumpkin on the front porch. No, a jack-o-lantern. It’s got triangle eyes, one bigger than the other. Its mouth is a smooth, wide smile. There’s a yellow square of paper beside the mouth.
What the hell? That's super suspicious.
The wood jumps and there’s a terrible pain in her pointer finger. She yanks her hand free. Rachel screams. Blood is pouring over her knuckles, splattering onto the cement of the porch and onto the pumpkin. A mousetrap has snapped over her hand. Something glistens where the thick metal wire has pinned her finger. A razor blade. This pumpkin isn’t from Bradley.
Had a feelinv something would happen to the girls, just not that extreme.
“It’s a turnip,” Sam says.
Whale shoot. That's insane and makes me not want turnips again.
Then she drops a bomb on him. “We’re all going to the old school. They prayed with me that Mary will come home tonight.”
Run that by me one more time... You thought she has been dead for almost a year now.
The playground is where he and Jeremy have been paratroopers invading Nazi Germany.
I love the games kids come up with. Shows Sam and Jeremy pay attention in class.
“You know, I saw a TikTok that said the first jack-o-lanterns weren’t made from pumpkins, but from turnips.”
I like how that is in the book because the first time we saw the turnip, I thought of the original Jack-o'-lanterns.
Of course, by “Let’s play Roblox,” Jeremy means, “Watch me play.” But Sam is fine with that. Dad says Roblox isn’t a game you buy and have fun with, but instead a sneaky store that tries to keep you spending money.
It's Fortnite all over again, just a different game.
He’s done arguing. It doesn’t matter whether his parents take him seriously. He’s already decided that he’ll go find Mary himself.
Oh, the youth of today. So headstrong and eager to help any way they can. I love to see it, but also I don't like to see it because it could lead to trouble.
“The Thirty-First Trick-or-Treater,” Walter says. “That’s what some of the returned kids are calling him.” “Why?” Sam asks. “Thirty kids went missing. They’re coming back one at a time. On Halloween, this guy’s coming back. So he’s the thirty-first.”
Oh sugar snaps. Maybe the OHG is coming back to kidnap more kids. Or he may have something bigger planned this year.
“Me gusta el sangre.”
Spooky...
The hallway is empty.
Oh, that's odd. For Sam, Jeremy, and Walter, there were remnants from the haunted house last year, but for Bob and Joann, they're gone.
Frankenstein
FRANKENSTEIN WAS THE CREATOR, NOT THE CREATURE ITSELF!!!!!!
At 8:55 P.M., Frankenstein pops. The force of it blows Teddy into the grass, head over heels. It knocks Anna Partridge directly onto her left hip. Teddy is fine. Anna’s hip and pelvis are shattered.
Whale, shit. That sucks. Poor Anna.
It’s an unseasonably warm morning.
Not where I live. It has been a brisk autumn morning. xD
“What do we even do? I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Martin Donovan is dead. This is his ghost we’re dealing with. How do we stop a ghost?”
“It’s ridiculous, but I can’t deny what I’ve seen.” Bob shakes his head. “What can we do against that?” “Salt his corpse and burn it. That’s what they do in Supernatural.”
