The Pumpkin that Ate People
It was carved with an ancient knife
A knife that had a past.
A past that with filled with horror
It had a sinister smile
It's expression seemed to change in the flickering candle light
Its first victim was the man that carved it
A man named Carl
Almost immediately he knew there was something different about it
It seemed to mock him with its devious looking grin
Carl stepped away from it
Walking across the room
The pumpkin's eyes seemed to move
It’s gaze following him
Carl went to the fridge
Grabbing a beer he closed the door of the fridge
Looking over his shoulder at his creation
It glared back at him with a look of pure hatred
Carl picked up his cell phone
Walking past the pumpkin
Giving it a wide berth
“Hey Fred….Get over here” He Said.
Carl explained to Fred about the pumpkin
He could hear laughter on the other end of the line
He looked back toward the kitchen
The pumpkin was no longer there
Carl dropped his phone
Something grabbed his leg
Pulling him behind the couch.
Fred's voice could be heard coming out of the phone on the floor
“Carl….are you alright?”
In return there were only screams.
Fred arrived at his friends house
An empty cop car was parked out front
He ran up to the door
All he found was a trail of blood and some pumpkin seeds
A trial that lead through the house and out the back door.
He grabbed a blood soaked police radio and spoke into it
“Be on the look out…for a large Orange Pumpkin”
“It has a taste for human blood"
BAC 10/28/2013
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