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In the Realm of the Accursed Pumpkins (Contest Entry Draft)[]

Author's note: This is my entry for the Trick or Treat, Short and Sweet Halloween Writing Challenge 2023.

In the realm of the accursed pumpkins, where the moon casts its eerie glow upon the twisted vines, a tale unfolds that could only be woven by the deft hand of the most adept of horror scribes. Within this darkened landscape, where shadows dance and secrets whisper, the cursed pumpkins hold sway over the hearts and minds of those who dare to venture near.

In this macabre world, the pumpkins bear witness to the sins of the living, their gnarled faces etched with the weight of forgotten transgressions. Each pumpkin, a vessel of malevolence, harbors a tale of woe and despair, waiting to be unleashed upon unsuspecting souls. Their cursed existence, a testament to the darkness that resides within the human spirit.

As the moon ascends to its zenith, the pumpkins awaken from their slumber, their maleficent presence permeating the air. Their haunting whispers, carried by the wind, echo through the desolate fields, a symphony of melancholy and dread. It is in these moments that the true nature of the cursed pumpkins is revealed, their power to manipulate and corrupt, a force to be reckoned with.

Beware, dear reader, for those who succumb to the allure of the cursed pumpkins shall find themselves entangled in a web of their own making. Their desires, once innocent and pure, twisted and distorted by the malevolent influence of these cursed gourds. The path to redemption, if it exists at all, is shrouded in darkness and uncertainty.


In the dimly lit living room of Ethel's abode, I found myself encircled by my comrades, all of us bracing ourselves for a night of Halloween revelry. However, an ominous cloud of unease hung heavily over us, casting a pallor upon our faces. Ethel's phone emitted a faint buzz, causing us all to exchange anxious glances.

Ethel, her voice trembling, broke the silence as she read aloud the message from Carrol. "'I have caught wind of your little soirée, and I refuse to be excluded. Expect my arrival soon.'" Gasps of trepidation filled the room, and panic began to take hold. Carrol was notorious for her ill-fated encounters, and we were determined to prevent her from spoiling our night. We urgently needed a plan.

Chris, his voice quivering, offered a suggestion gleamed from watching so many zombie movies. "What if we fortify all entrances and windows? Perhaps that will deter her."

Ethel, her tone laced with skepticism, muttered, "That will not suffice. Misfortune seems to trail behind her like a stray dog."

Suddenly, a notion sprouted within me. "What about the accursed pumpkin residing in Old Lady Patterson's field? The one resembling a grotesque teratoma, complete with teeth, eyes, and veins, said to bring ill fortune to anyone who dares touch it?"

Eyes widened in the room, as the weight of my proposition settled upon us all. It was a perilous plan, but desperation fueled our resolve. Hastily, we made our way to the field, seizing the cursed pumpkin with gloved hands. Ethel, displaying her courageous spirit, volunteered to deliver it to Carrol's dwelling. We agreed to rendezvous at the designated party location, praying that Carrol's ill luck would serve as a deterrent.

As Ethel disappeared from sight, clutching the cursed pumpkin, we embarked towards the party destination. The atmosphere crackled with tension, as each of us anxiously awaited Carrol's arrival. Finally, a knock resounded at the door, causing everyone to freeze in place.

"Who goes there?" Chris called out, attempting to project bravery, though his voice betrayed his trembling nerves.

"It is I, Ethel," came the response, accompanied by a collective sigh of relief from the room.

The door swung open, revealing Ethel's countenance drenched in perspiration, yet exuding an aura of triumph. "I have accomplished the task," she declared, unveiling a picture on her iPhone of the accursed pumpkin perched upon Carrol's front porch. Shortly thereafter, a text arrived from Carrol, informing us of her unfortunate bout with food poisoning, rendering her unable to attend the soirée.

A collective cheer erupted, a symphony of relief, as our plan had finally come to fruition. The remainder of the night was filled with laughter and eerie amusement, the oppressive cloud of worry dissipating into the ether.

However, as I departed from the revelry, a twinge of guilt gnawed at my conscience. The following day, I awoke to a cascade of misfortune. Instant coffee spilled upon my shirt, the bus eluded my grasp, and my tardiness was met with stern reprimands from my teachers.

Days passed, and ill fortune clung to me like a shadow, an unshakable presence. I couldn't help but attribute it all to the malevolent influence of the cursed pumpkin.

Despite the lingering guilt, I endeavored to banish thoughts of the accursed gourd from my mind. Alas, as the day wore on, calamity only intensified. My computer crashed, my phone vanished without a trace, and I inadvertently trod upon a mound of canine excrement during my homeward journey.

As I wearily crossed the threshold of my abode, a peculiar sight greeted my weary eyes. Resting upon my doorstep was a grotesque pumpkin, its teeth, eyes, and veins contorted into a nightmarish visage. My heart raced, desperately attempting to recall its origin, but my mind fixated solely on the Halloween gathering of nights past. Deep within, I knew this was no mere coincidence; the pumpkin had somehow followed me home.

Mmpratt99 deviantart (talk) 21:04, 19 October 2023 (UTC)

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Mmpratt99 deviantart (talk) 04:47, 21 October 2023 (UTC)

AI Generated content[]

Like in your last forum post I am getting a lot of hits that this was wholly or in part generated by an AI language model. The use of extremely vivid and superfluous imagery is a telltale sign of a language model. Your story also exhibits strong signs of anthropomorphization, and vividly at that, of inanimate objects which is another sign of AI language models (e.g. "the cursed pumpkins hold sway over the hearts and minds" and "the pumpkins awaken from their slumber.").

I would suggest not using language models when submitting content to the site as it is disingenuous to do so and not in the spirit of competition in this case.

Hypirey (talk) 05:02, 21 October 2023 (UTC)

To Hypirey[]

There is no AI influence involvement in the writing of the recent entries. The only influence is from me reading a lot of English humorists from my dad's extensive collection during the pandemic. Also watching a lot of English comedies including Monty Python on Netflix.

Will probably have to put this in troll pasta since it has too much sense of humor for this site.

Mmpratt99 deviantart (talk) 15:46, 21 October 2023 (UTC)