Chapter 1
The Pumpkin
Most people cannot say that they remember their birth, but I am not like most people. At least I remember the mystic spell which granted my current form. I am a Pumpkin, and as a plant I already lived, but as an ordinary pumpkin, and ordinary pumpkins seldom remember or even think of remembering. None of them have thought or concern for their identity or their environment. I once sat like them until one Halloween night when I awoke in this world. I awoke in a place full of magic and mystery: Salem, Massachusetts.
On that miraculous night, this spell provided me a mind. I still sat without the power to hear, see or move, but somehow I felt and thought, having the gift of language in my mind. I knew that my mind existed in a round shape of a body, a body which sat on dirt. I had words and sentences to describe concepts that I never thought before in my evolved mind.