“I’ve never actually been bobbing for…” Bell tapped her chin thoughtfully and almost corrected to apples, raising a questioning eyebrow, she echoed, “…heads… before. A good scare seems right up my alley.”
Clapping her hands together to let out the bubbling excitement growing in her, she bit her lip and looked over the strange woman before her and made the decision, “Show the new girl around?”
Scarborough let out a high-pitched giggle. “You mean to tell me you’ve never bobbed for apples? Bobbing for heads is the same, only with shrunken heads! Don’t worry, they’re not rotting or anything.” She giggled again, her skeleton grin growing wider. “I’d love to show you around! We just have to make sure we’re back at the well before midnight for the celebration’s big finale!”
Bluebell shook her head, “I never went to those sort of parties,” she said dismissively.
It still hurt… how many things she’d been excluded from by the other children growing up. Older now, she tried to convince herself that she never wanted them in the first place. Some days that worked.
Hands behind her back she couldn’t help the peeked interest, wanting to know what all she missed out on, “So what do you do when you catch them? And what happens at midnight? Do we all turn into pumpkins?”
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