It was a
pitch black, moonless night. Five pumpkin headed figures stood in a line. Their
faces were carved into different expressions and light was emitted from the
their eyes, nose and mouth holes. The figures were completely motionless except
for their slow steady breaths. Each breath they let out released an orange mist
from their mouth holes. Their breath looked like human breath on a cold night,
but this was orange and glowed like fire. The pumpkin heads wore black cloaks,
which hid any further features and since it was so dark, the figures looked
like five floating jack-o-lanterns that could breath.
The pumpkin
heads were at the edge of a old dark forest, outside of a small town and they
were lined up and staring at a small farm house house. The house had its lights
on and in through the windows an elderly couple could be seen having dinner.
One of the pumpkin heads walked up to the door and lifted its shadowy claw. It
banged on the door three times. The knocks echoed through the house and the
elderly couple went silent. Then after a few moments the pumpkin heads heard
shuffling around inside the house. Through the door, the faint muffled sound of
walking, creaky floors and then a cabinet opening. The elderly man finally answered the door. He opened the door
slowly to greet his visitors and the Pumpkin heads waited with patient
excitement.
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