haunted." "No way," Ben said,pushing open the gate. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind rustled the leaves and a loud crash came from the porch. Both friends jumped at the noise. "It's just the wind," Ben said a little shakily. Although Ben and John felt a little nervous, they walked slowly through the creaky front gate and up the long sidewalk. The old stairs creaked as they climbed onto the porch. Lying on the floor of the porch they saw a broken flower pot. "That's what made the loud crash we heard," Ben said. "See? There's nothing scary here." "Yeah," John said, "Go ahead, Ben." Just then Ben and John saw a large, strange shadow behind the wavy glass in the front door. Suddenly, the shadow started moving towards them! Before they could knock or even think, the door flew open! A large pumpkin stood before them! Ben and John
I'd even enlisted Cary in the cause, telling him to restrain me forcibly if it looked like I might succumb to the urge. "I did the hermit thing and worked a little." "Did you get the flowers I sent?" "Yes. They're lovely. Thank you." "They reminded me of your dress." What the hell was he doing? I was beginning to think he had multiple personality disorder. "Some women might say that's romantic." "I only care what you say." His chair creaked as if he'd pushed to his feet. "I thought about stopping by...I wanted to." I sighed, surrendering to my confusion. "I'm glad you didn't." There was another long pause. "I deserved that." "I didn't say it to be a bitch. It's just the truth." "I know. Listen...I arranged for lunch up here in my office so we don't waste any of the hour leaving and getting back." After his parting, I'll call you, I'd wondered if he would want to get together again after he
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