The smell of pumpkin came in with the first deep breath of the day. I stretched, tried to bury my head in the pillow and will myself back to sleep for another 10 minutes, but all in vain. I am awake.
I get up, put the kettle on, and sit on the sofa under the duvet I dragged from the bed. As the sound of One Tree Hill pushes me back to sleep, the ping of the kettle wakes me up. I get up, make tea, open the fridge and get the pumpkin pie out.
I cut a generous slice, then eat a bit from the tin as I am putting it back in the fridge. I take my plate and mug and walk back to the living room, sit down, turn the TV off and put on Alex Clare on my iPod. I look at Jonathan, the pumpkin, as he is staring out of the window, surrounded by green and orange cupcakes.
True to Halloween form, I realise that I am eating his insides. I look at my plate, and then at Jonathan and shrug. Well, it’s supposed to be a scary day, right?
I walk with my empty plate back in the kitchen, put in next to the sink and I grab a roll of my ‘spine’ bread (with the bone marrow made of olive paste filling). I munch absent-mindedly, as it suddenly hits me. A sense of rising panic spins inside my chest as I turn my head slowly to face what is behind me. No, it can not be.
I take a step forward, extend my hand slowly and reach for the handle. I am wide awake now. With a deep breath, I open the door, and the light makes everything look so…enticing. Phew. I was worried for a second that I did not see the pumpkin pie and pumpkin cheesecake slice from Konditor and Cook I got for this evening; but there it is. Waiting.
I closed the fridge door, got up, double checked the scary DVDs for tonight and after a quick shower, got dressed, put my headphones on and with Michael Jackson‘s Thriller playing, I stepped out of the house.
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller