It was a cool night in October; I was taking the garbage down to the road as I did every Wednesday night. My wife and I live out in the country on a gravel road and the only house nearby is an abandoned one at the bottom of my lane. It's about a quarter mile down to the road and sometimes I must admit a little scary.
It was a cloudy evening so it was darker then usual; as I got near the bottom of the lane I thought I smelled something sweet. I didn't give it much thought since my wife wasn't home from work yet. I knew I wasn't baking anything and there wasn't another living soul for miles. I left the garbage can on the side of the road and headed back to the house.
That's when I noticed the smell again, this time there was no mistaking what it was. It reminded me of my childhood, I would spend weekends with my aunt and every year around this time she would always make the most mouth watering pumpkin cream pie. I don't know what I enjoyed more eating that pie or watching her bake it.
She had died in a car wreck when I was in college, it was a very bad time for me. She was always my favorite aunt, we had a lot of great times while I was growing up. I can still see her in her sun dress, it seemed two sizes to small on top making her large breasts seem even larger. It would taper down to her narrow waist and then bow out at her almost perfect hips. I was too young to really appreciate how great she looked; all I know is it made me feel tingly down in my private area. I would try to make small talk and seem interested in her baking so she would let me stay and watch. She always teased me that I would make someone a fine wife some day. I didn't mind as long as I got to watch her bend over showing her ample cleavage and round bottom.
I was snapped out of this trip down memory lane by a loud thump, I recognized the sound but couldn't place it right away. I walked toward the abandoned house and as I got closer I noticed a light coming from one of the first floor rooms. I had done some exploring in the house so I was pretty sure the light was coming from what would have been the kitchen. The smell of pumpkin and spice got stronger as I got closer to the front door.
I don't know what drove me to continue, I am not the brave type and to be honest I dread the weekly walk down to the road in the fall and winter when it's usually dark. I make myself do it though to try and get over my fears. I took the flashlight out of my pocket that I carry in case I see a deer or something. I pushed the front door open and looked inside; I could hear my heart pounding. As I made my way through the rubble and old furniture I heard the thump again and realized that it was the sound of an oven closing.
I froze in my tracks, this was not smart, there could have been a bum staying in the house and he might not want any company. But I asked myself why a bum would be baking a pumpkin cream pie. So I turned off my flashlight and crept closer to the kitchen, what I saw was unbelievable. The kitchen was just the way I remembered my Aunt's, and standing at the stove with her back to me was my long lost Aunt. I cleared my throat to get her attention as she turned she said "I've been waiting for you to get home, what took you so long".