You must pick a pumpkin.
You are not allowed to leave without one.
(And trust us, you don’t want to stay here.)
The pumpkins are more or less identical, relatively similar in size and shape with subtle deviations in stems and shades of orange.
Their contents… vary.
Three contain fulfillments for wishes which must be wished immediately or the previously pumpkin-contained opportunities will vanish into the autumn air, forever lost.
A few are occupied by tiny creatures, each unique and some more tamable than others.
One holds instant death.
Take your time, but you have to pick one.
That’s the rule.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.