I have now received two phone calls from my daughter, informing me she believes the pumpkin I bought for her apartment is haunted. Two! She’s absolutely serious. She is convinced this pumpkin is haunted. Why?
Conversation #1 goes something like this:
Mom, I’ve got to tell you about this situation. That pumpkin you bought me is always showing up in a different spot. I think it’s haunted.
I remind her that there are cats in her apartment. It is very possible that one of them knocked it over, knocked it around, dragged it somewhere different.
Oh no! One time the pumpkin ended up in a bin or something. She insisted it was not someplace the cat could place it.
I assure her that the pumpkin is not haunted, but if she simply cannot deal with it then she should just throw it out. She’s throwing out a perfectly good Target pumpkin, but hey, if it makes her feel better and allows her to sleep at night… it’s worth the few dollars I spent.
I get another call on Friday. She actually called me at work to give me an update. Thank God I was in the bathroom and wasn’t able to take the call because when she told me I burst out laughing and couldn’t stop.
Mom, I did what you told me. I threw the pumpkin out in the trash and it’s back in my apartment! It showed up again, Mom! I told you it was haunted.
After I finally stopped laughing I told her one of her roommates was probably playing a prank on her.
She didn’t believe it was her roommate and sorority sister, E, and E didn’t believe it could be the other roommate. I suggested maybe it was the other roommate’s boyfriend. That suggestion was also tossed aside.
I told her that if she could bear living with the haunted pumpkin another two weeks I would be down there and would take the pumpkin back with me. She wasn’t real thrilled with that idea because it would just mean the haunted pumpkin was living with me in her permanent home instead of with her at her school apartment.
Well, you’re going to have to call a priest and have him perform an exorcism then.
Really, Mom? An exorcism?
I told her, yes, really.
Then I thought better of that idea and told her she should watch Poltergeist to get some tips on how to rid her apartment of spirits.
Finally it was revealed that another one of her sorority sisters was going to take the pumpkin home with her. I told her that was a splendid idea. Unless M is in on the prank, too.