The thirty first of October. This was a pretty odd time to move into a new apartment. But the place looked nice at least, I thought. As I put the last book on the unsteady shelf I noticed a note on the table. It read, ‘did you get the box?’. ‘Box’, I muttered. The previous tenant gave me a box. I ran to get the it and it was GONE! There was a hole in the ground and what I saw would amuse you. There were two pumpkins. A black one and an orange one. My brother was tied up. The orange one spoke first. We will take him to the slaughter house. Billy can deal with him there. I phoned a swat team but it was too late. Millions of pumpkins invaded my apartment. Why just why???