Without change, Matilda and her mother Linda would put my family members in front of their home for what the humans call "Haloween". Every year, Linda would bring Matilda and they would walk around and pick the largest pumpkin they could find. I realize that this may seem crazy to humans, generally you sorts don't eagerly anticipate your death. I saw a human die once. He was hit by a car right next to my pumpkin patch. He squirmed around as if he was in bed with an invisible lover.
Pumpkins are much more dignified. To be chosen for this ritual is an honor, it is seen as the final right of passage. Matilda and her mother picked me this year, I could finally count myself among the lucky pumpkins. I could see the jealous glances from my cousin, Theodore (I call him ass-hole for short).
The car ride home was painfully long. They seemed to stop every hour or so. Eventually, they returned home. They both were quite tired from their excursion to my patch of the woods, so they went to sleep.
The next day, they eagerly discussed what I would become. They ran through all sorts of ideas. The first was to have me become what they called "Frankenstein". I thought my cousin Theodore would serve as a more suitable visage of pure and grotesque horror. However, they did not seem able to hear my protest, so they began shaping me.
At first, they cut a hole at the very top of my body, they then removed a sizeable piece of me and emptied my insides. It smelled sweet and sickly, I could hardly keep from fainting, however, I allowed them to continue. Then, they took a knife to my face. Oh, the pain remains indescribable it continues to refuse to subside. They then continued the barbaric and disgustingly cruel ritual by placing a small piece of wax inside of me.
This feeling is that of pure and violent violation. They placed me outside where I could see that I was not special. My entire patch was placed in front of me, each one suffering a fate as unfortunate as mine. I could hear some crying aloud some, however, had already succumbed to the pain.
Later on that night, children came. We shrieked and cried out, however our begging fell on deaf ears. We were truly alone that night. I will never forget that feeling of betrayal. My story ends as all of my fathers' have. Alone and scared.
My fellow pumpkins, do not allow this plague to come to your patch. Fight Haloween, it does nothing but bring pain and misery to your homes.