We don't really do Halloween in the UK, but I could not resist....
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Chad rolled the knarled pumpkin into the middle of the barn. Using the biggest carving knife that he could find in his aunt's kitchen he began to saw into the top of the gourd.
Reaching inside he pulled out handful after handful of seeds and bright orange pulp, which he dumped on the floor. Then with the stolen knife Chad began to carve the face.
Finally in the darkening barn he placed a flickering candle inside the head. Suddenly a malevolent face leared back at him. Above the torn gash of a mouth the pumpkin's cruel eyes regarded Chad.
"Mommy?"

