Death of a Pumpkin

The pumpkin sat in a big box at a store with a bunch of other pumpkins waiting to be picked by a family and taken home.  Chester was so excited about the opportunity to be in somebody’s house.  He waited patiently as many of the other pumpkins were picked and taken.  The box was getting more and more empty.

“Hey, mom, what about this one?” he heard a boy say, lifting Chester out of the box to show his mother.

“Are you sure that’s the one you want?” his mother said.  “It seems a little oddly shaped.”

“It’s perfect for what I want,” the boy replied.

“Okay, put it in the cart.  I need to pick up a few more things.”

The boy tossed Chester in the cart and the mother continued her shopping.

Chester was thrilled!  He was finally going to get to go to somebody’s house for Halloween!  All the other pumpkins were talking about what a great holiday it was, focused solely on pumpkins.  They talked about parties and decorations and laughter.

Soon afterwards Chester was sitting on a table in a kitchen.  The boy was excitedly chatting away with his mother while helping to put away clean dishes.  Chester liked the kitchen.  It was warm and cozy.

“Okay, get some newspapers to put under the pumpkin before you start,” he heard the mother say.  Chester watched as the boy carefully laid out the newspaper under him.  The mother was pulling out different knives and laying them on the table.  Chester wondered what they were for.

The mother picked up a fairly large knife and grabbed ahold of Chester’s stem.  What was she doing?  OW!  Chester tried to scream, but realized he had no vocal abilities.  She was cutting off his stem.  The pain was horrendous!  Why was she doing this to him?

When she was done, the top part of his head, along with his stem was missing.  The boy began scraping out Chester’s insides.  NO!  What were they doing?  They were killing him!  This isn’t right!  This isn’t the Happy Halloween that it was supposed to be!

Chester lost consciousness after that.  Later, Chester sat on the boy’s front porch with a grinning face and a candle inside of him, waiting to greet the trick-or-treaters of the neighborhood.  Chester never got to see Halloween.




Inspired by:  31 Days of Halloween Contest


I am a 43-year-old, single mom of 19-year-old boy/girl twins living in an extremely small town in rural Texas. Currently, I am employed as a Site Supervisor for a prominent corporation that provides security officers for homes and businesses.

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