by Harbinger of Death
The Jack-O-Lantern carving party was going quite well. Several Debs carved away
happily, making various faces in the squash. Alayna and Shaoori directed some
newbies in how to fashion some elaborate expressions.
Good scowl, dolittle, Alayna said. Maybe a little heavier on the
Okay, I think I can do that, dolittle replied.
Look at this surprised face of illusas! Shaoori said.
Thats pretty good!
It is! Alayna said approvingly. Oh no, Echos, you dont eat the
pumpkin seeds BEFORE we toast them...
Huh? Echos looked like a hamster, cheeks puffed out nice and round.
Sokay to me.
Harbinger of Death looked on. A creative option presented itself here. It would take more
direct involvement, but that wasnt an issue this year. He grinned and whispered a
few words of enchantment to set the things in motion.
While the girls carved away, an eerie sound began to fill the air, faint at first but
growing by the second.
What is that? illusa asked, frightened.
It sounds like someones in pain, Alayna said.
Sha agreed. And it sounds like its coming from....
...the pumpkins!! they said, and looked upon the orange faces in horror. For
it was true, the pumpkins were crying out, and their stems were growing back into long,
long vines. The girls dropped their projects and huddled together against the wall,
watching in frozen terror as they came to life.
The pumpkins howled and groaned and moaned, and turned upon their assailants with
verocity. They picked up the knives with their vines and came toward the Debs to exact
like revenge. Screams filled the air as the pumpkins carved up the helpless girls. Blood
spattered on the walls as the blades tore through their flesh time and time again, and
when the fruits had finished their work, there were scowls and surprised looks painted in
the skin of the friends who lay stabbed to death on the floor.
Posted on Oct 11 1999, 03:59 PM