(This is an older story of mine. I wrote this as I was playing around with ideas for Dr. Critchlore's School for Minions.)
Little Vlad knew he had been a disappointment to his father at last year’s parade. Most kids loved all those scary costumes, but to Little Vlad it had been torture. The costumes looked so real, so frightening. He would never forget the feeling of shame after hearing his father cover for him as they hurried away from the festivities.
It was that time of year again, when the air was brisk and leaves crinkled underfoot. Pumpkins appeared on the doorstep, and the scent of cinnamon and warm spices filled the air outside the kitchen.
The barn took on a whole new look, decorated with skeletons, colorful squash, a fake mummy, and plenty of ghosts. The spider webs were real, clinging to the dark corners. The giant spider next to the tractor was not.
Tom Turkey and Chip Chicken were placing tombstones in the open stalls. Well...