The Davies family bought this year’s pumpkin from an
old woman in a layby. ‘Be careful’ she said and laughed, as the children shrank
down in their seats. Once home they got to work, and within a few hours it was
hollowed out, with a gruesome face and plenty of meat saved for soup the
following day. During the night mum was woken by a light. Downstairs, the
pumpkin’s candle was still burning, casting a shadow similar to the old pumpkin
woman’s face. Then the outside security
light came on, revealing a figure in the garden. The pumpkin started laughing
as the back door handle rattled. The old woman walked in, the pumpkins light illuminating
the knife she carried. ‘I told you to be careful,’ She said ‘Now it’s carving
time.’
