Jack
Jagged teeth and monstrous eyes leapt into the ginger surface as little Jacky swung the blade. He sliced a hole in the bottom, just wide enough for his thin skull, and gleefully janked out seedy guts. Chewing a seed thoughtfully, he heaved the terrible mask onto narrow shoulders. Immediately, he choked, driven to the floor. The wet, stringy insides filled his nose and mouth, smothering him.
Jacky’s mother strolled into the kitchen and saw Jacky, motionless on the floor, wedged into an enormous pumpkin. She turned to dial 911, and just then, the creature gnashed its teeth and sprang.