"Bridgette, we really shouldn't stay here any longer. I'm already seeing things I shouldn't be seeing."

"Oh Carl, stop being weak and lets sit down at the table. We'll take a break from our excavation."

"A break? How do you breathe?"

"Anyways, Do you want to hear a story?"

"Oh no, not here. Please"

"Answer the question Carl!"

"Fine, fine. I do since i don't have a choice..."

"You're already learning."

"Meh."

"You ever heard of the story of the jack-o-lantern?"

"Yes, I have heard of it. The original one at least."

"Well this one is different. It actually took place in our state."

"Here? In Pennsylvania?"

"Yea, my great grandmother told me this story."

"Hmm, alright then. Tell me. It better not be too scary though."

"So the legend goes, A boy named jack use to live in this place before it became an inn a century ago. He of course had a family too."

"And what were their names?"

"Bryan and Jillian Phillips. The Phillips Household was to say at least the most interesting. Bryan; the father, was a farmer that was well known for his good cattle. He was always a hard worker when it came to his stock and his animals that he raised.

"Alright, that isn't so bad."

"However, Bryan did secret trades in order to keep the farm in such a condition."

"Oh, boy."

"Bryan would usually trade limbs for materials."

"L-Limbs?"

"Human limbs. Bryan had a collection of limbs he would catch for the trades and store them in the basement. They were all from the townsmen."

"..."

"One day, Bryan went down to his basement and noticed he didn't have any limbs to give for the trade. This was a requirement to keep the land. The trade official told Bryan if he didn't have the limbs required by night, then something bad would happen to his family."

"...Bridgette..."

"What?"

"I heard something upstairs."

"-Sigh- Carl, you're always so sensitive. Just don't think about it."

"..."

"Now as I was saying, Bryan had a tow to pay. If he didn't pay the trade official by that night, his family would be in jeopardy. That night, Bryan would travel far through the town to try and find a victim. Unfortunately, he came back unsuccessful."

"Poor Bryan, he shouldn't hav- huh?"

"What?"

"I just saw something walk down the stairs..."

"CARL! REALLY!?"

"Woah, Bridgette. Chill."

"I'm about up to here with you! I'm trying to tell you a cool story!"

"Ok! I won't say anything else. Jeez."

"Thank you! Now then. Bryan came back unsuccessful from his hunt. When he returned home, he started to panic. It wasn't loud enough to wake up his family though. That's when he got an idea. A bad one. He walked upstairs to his son's room and began to chop jack's face off. Jack was screaming the entire time-"

"Bridgette..."

"...What is it? Huh?"

"There's something on the side of this table..."

"Wha-"

"OH MY GOD! What is that!"

"AHH! HELP! HEL-"

"BRIDGETTE! BRIDGETTE! WAKE UP! BRIDGETTE! Oh God... I got to get out of here and call for help."

"You won't"

"Huh? WHAT!?"

"Your friend...told you a forbidden folklore. Since you've heard most of the story...I will have to...chop...chop...chop...just like daddy did..."

"WAIT! NO! PLEASE!"

"He chopped out my eyes and mouth and shaped my facial skin into the form of a Halloween pumpkin..."

"Let me go! Let me go! Stop grabbing my neck...Ah!"

"But now that you are here, I can share the pain...Chop...chop..."

"No...Stop! STOP! LET ME GO! NOOOO-"

"Chop...Chop...Chop...hehehe....hehe....HEHEHEHEHE.....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CHOP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CHOP CHOP CHOP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!"