User blog comment:CrashingCymbal/Halloween Writing Competition 2013/@comment-24079441-20131022030225

It was October 30th,2005. Noah was home alone because his mom was out with her new boyfriend. He was carving a pumpkin which was to be set on his porch for the festivities of tomorrow night. He wanted it scary. He jabs the knife into the freshly hollowed pumpkin until he finally got a decent mouth carved out. Something startled Noah as he carved it. He could of swore the mouth of the pumpkin moved. Thinking it was his imagination, he ignored it. As he finished up the left eye of the pumpkin he heard someone or something at the door. He asked who it was yet there was no response. He asked a second time and there was a low, yet able to hear, moan. Hearing the moan scared him so he ran to his room and grabbed the gun he had always kept hidden under his pillow. He loaded the gun and hid in the closet. He heard the front door burst open and a loud commotion went on throughout the house. His heart dropped when he heard his bedroom door burst open. It sounded as if the room was being torn apart. The commotion stopped as the closet door swung open. Noah gasped in shock as a person stood in front of him. This persons head was missing a right eye. Yet the left eye and the scary mouth was carved out. His own Halloween pumpkin creation has come to kill him. Noah noticed the knife in its hand and fired his gun. It was as if it felt nothing because it made no movement. It raised up its knife and right before it jabbed it into is face it said, "I want a scary face."