The Hockey Mask Sentry

Crept down the alley fire escape straight toward a sagging wooden porch rigged up like some spooky carnival cave! A dim orange bulb flickered above, and right on the porch steps sat an oversized, cracked plastic hockey mask guarding a carved hollow pumpkin. Ha! Some silent slasher trying to claim my dark corner? I scrambled up the splintered steps and jammed the cold tip of my kitchen knife straight into one of the round breathing holes on the mask's cheek! *Snicker!* With a sharp wrench, I pried the brittle white shell sideways until it tumbled clattering down the steps into the dead leaves. I hopped right inside the vacant pumpkin mouth, blade poised in the orange glow. Who's haunting who now?