Pumpkin Resurrected

When Eryn found out she wasn’t allowed to go out for Halloween under the new pandemic restrictions, she grew angrier. If her parents were dead set against her going out, she would just wait until they were asleep. She stormed off to her room and grabbed that old Ouija board from the closet that her grandfather had warned her about years ago, “It holds a terrifying and powerful aura that can bring out the worst spirits” he would always say but at that point in time she was to angry to give it a thought. It got to be about 10:30 pm and she could see her parents slowly drifting off to the movie they were watching. Eryn slowly and quietly made her way to her room grabbing candles, a lighter and the pumpkin they had carved just days before. She took one last look see if the coast was clear and slowly climbed through her window. It was off to the old cemetery she went.

Eryn made it to the cemetery with still an hour left of Halloween. There was an eerie chill to the air as she set her Ouija board up, she could hear an owl hooting and some dogs barking off in the distance, she could also hear a few kids laughing and setting off fireworks off in the distance, “see why do they get to have fun, and I cant do anything” Eryn scoffed under her breath. With the Ouija board set up and the candles lit around, she set her pumpkin just above the board on some random tombstone.

Unsure of how to talk to the board she took a couple guesses, “hello?” she called out. Nothing. “Are there any spirits out there that want to chat?” she said again. This time was different, the ground started shaking and the planchette moved her hands around the board in such an aggressive way that startled her. She jumped back watching the letters slowly.

I. C. U.

“I see you?” Eryn said back to the board.

U. SLICED. INTO. MY. FLESH. – The letters read

“Wh-- Who are you?” Eryn stammered.

And that’s when it happened, something that made her stomach tie up in knots. The pumpkin that she had carved days before started shaking, the ground rumbling and the grave she had settled on started lifting. It was then when she realized her pumpkin started taking form. It was a woman.

“So you like to carve into our flesh and gut us?” the woman hollered.

“I – I – I didn’t think it was a bad thing?” eryn stuttered, trying to muster up the strength to run. Her body frozen with fear, ice cold sweat trinkling down her back. What can she do? Where could she run?

“I’m sorry” Eryn cried out, “I didn’t know!”

“HAH! All you humans are the same, taking Halloween, making fun of the undead! And the gutting us and putting our heads out for show!” the woman screamed as she stepped forward.

She was slow, Eryn realized trying to run, legs still frozen with fear. Finally with the little strength she had in her body, trying to not think of the fear, Eryn jumped up and ran toward the exit. It felt like forever but reached the gate.

“NOOO!” she screamed realizing the gate was now locked.

‘Where do I go?’ She tried thinking, trying to figure out how to climb it but it was too tall. She turned around and could see the pumpkin woman walking towards her, legs covered in burns, the Ouija board carved into her chest. “I need to find a way out of here” she whispered to herself. Eryn took off again and could see another exit at the far end of the cemetery.

“SOMEONE HELP ME” She screamed in despair.

She was halfway across the cemetery when she felt a jolt in her ankle and saw only darkness. Her body ached when she hazily came too. She had fallen into an abandoned dug up grave. Trying to climb out but to her avail, it was too high and her fingers were bloody from trying to climb. The grave grew darker as a shadow appeared above her. She slowly lifter her head and could hear a evil snickering coming from above. The pumpkin lady had found her.