Halloween Pumpkin Head Movie Novels & Stories

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

"When Halloween falls during the week I buy the stuff early and do them at night. But since this year it's on Saturday I decided to do it all in one day." "Then you're lucky you're with the best pumpkin spotter in the world." "Is that a fact?" She laughed. "We'll see." In the end, though, she had to admit he had a great eye. The pumpkins they loaded into his car were the perfect size, round and fat and with almost no blemishes or misshapen in any way. "So?" he asked as they headed back to her house. "Do I get the medal or not?"

she bowed her head and offered Electra a carved turnip. “Thank you,” Electra said, accepting the gift. The woman bowed slightly and then scurried away. “Turnip carving predates the pumpkin. The pumpkin is more of an American thing.” “I did not know that. I just thought we did turnips because we were werewolves,” he admitted as a woman gave them each a soul cake. “Just another part of our pagan heritage.” “Wiccan,” Electra said softly. “Halloween is based on the Wiccan holiday Samhain. Our lineage predates that branch of religion.”

One of them toppled off of the truck and rolled to where Jake was standing. He took a moment to look at it with its carved out eyes and mouth designed to give a demonic appearance but this looked as if it was grinning at him, mocking him. You fucking idiot! Why do you hate Halloween! Don't worry, the pumpkin didn't speak but it might as well have as Jake looked at it from a different angle and thought it could actually be in a world of pain. One that humans had no idea about. How I miss the days when all you had to worry about was going down some hungry human's throat and now I'm being cut up like a freak!

He nestled back on the couch cushion as Sidney summoned the movie on the flatscreen. “What’s this one about?” Cameron managed between ravenous bites. Noodles spilled from his greased lips. “The Headless Horseman.” “The Headless Horseman?” “Yeah, he’s a ghost who chops off people’s heads.” “Then why is he headless?” “Cam, just watch the movie. It will answer your questions.” Cameron’s eyes widened in the reflective light of the screen. “What’s it rated?” he asked. “R.” Sidney shoved a large bite of orange chicken between her teeth, waiting to see his reaction.

“Others thought that the evil spirits lurked in the shadows, and the light cast through the pumpkins – well, it wasn’t always pumpkins, sometimes they used turnips, or other vegetables. Anyway – they thought the faces cast by the light would scare away evil, and guide good spirits and weary travellers to their homes, to safety. Some would lay an extra place at the dinner table for them.” We rounded the edge of the meadow, and we paused next to a particularly grisly-looking pumpkin, with sharp, pointed teeth and rugged eyes. “They would have huge bonfires, too, and leave out offerings to celebrate a successful harvest. We do that for the Halloween Festival, though – we light a huge fire in th

Anxious as they were, they tried their best to maintain their composure just to leave a good impression on my foster siblings. Raymond and Donald exchanged a glance and sneered with disdain. In their minds, I was just an orphan. Where would I suddenly get parents from? Raymond waved his hand in disgust to chase them away. "Get lost, you scammers. Can't even give it a rest on Halloween! Don't delay us. “We are going out to buy our sister a gift and celebrating the holiday!" Just as they were about to slam the door, a large hand grabbed the door panel, holding it open with an astonishing amount of force.

Dawn exclaimed, with her hands flying out of the window. Jodie stretched out her hands to turn the radio on all the way from the backseat, it was "I love you baby" by Frank Cinatra. This felt good. I unconsciously began to hum to the rhythm and before you know it, we were all singing out loud. Our voices filling the cool night air. It was just like a scene from one of those old movies, until Jodie tapped me. "Kleo," My eyes followed her arm to see what she was pointing at. A freaking truck was headed our way.

And Callum could feel it in his mate's bond. He was tired. He wanted to rest. So their friends left early after discussing a few matters. Stephen settled with him on the bed. Making him comfortably lean on him. They were watching TV when Callum held his head. "What happened, Callum ? You okay"? Stephen looked at him with concern but Callum shook his head. "Something is weird". He said. "Weird?” Stephen asked.. "I feel thousands of bees buzzing inside my head. Aaaaaahhhhhh". He was holding his head in both hands.

Ben replied, carrying it in his hand. "Why the table?" "Ava says she needs it. Do you mind? I'm already exhausted. This thing is heavy." "Okay, come in." Just as Ava took a seat at the table, Martha arrived with a large smile, walking straight to where they were seated. "Hello! Happy Halloween," greeted Martha. "Happy Halloween, bae," responded Ava in a lower tone to avoid being overheard. It wasn't long before the waitress arrived at their table with a Halloween-themed cake featuring a pumpkin head.