Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day3 Pumpkinhead As she walked through the pumpkin patch she could

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day3 Pumpkinhead

As she walked through the pumpkin patch she couldn’t help but feel at unease, there was a ominous sense of foreboding that pervaded the area despite the bright sunny day. Maybe it was the fact that the nearest farm was many miles away and that she had just stumbled on the seemingly abandoned patch while walking down a different road than usual on a brisk fall walk. Maybe it was the fact she felt drawn to it, like she couldn’t turn away if she tried. Maybe it was the green vines wrapped around her ankle and snaking their way up her overalls.

The strange immobilizing fog lifted and she became aware of the plants encroaching on her, she tried to pull them away but ended up tripping herself and falling face first into a pumpkin. The flesh of the gourd was softer than she had imagined and the sudden whack of pain from face planting the vegetable never happened. Instead she felt the soft slimy mush of pumpkin guts on her face and the overwhelming smell of pumpkin. She struggled to move and the vines loosened, eventually she was able to free herself enough to try and get her head out of the pumpkin before she suffocated.

She yanked and pulled but the pumpkin was stuck, she couldn’t get the damn thing off, but at least the struggle had managed to knock loose a few chunks so she could see through the holes. it was like she was wearing a mask, she could only see though two triangular holes and breath through a jagged opening, frustrated she yanked on the pumpkin a few more times, but it started to hurt to pull at it.

She reached into her pockets and dug out her phone, eventually taking a photo of herself so she could see just how ridiculous she looked with the damn thing stuck on her head. She wasn’t prepared for what she saw, her lower body looked as normal as every, her ample curves filling out the denim material nicely, but her head, it was gone. From the chest up was just… pumpkin, a big jack-o-lantern with a bright light shining out from the face carved into it sat where her head should be, and there didn’t appear to be anything inside the hollowed out gourd at all. The pumpkin’s face twisted into a frowny carving as she realized that it WAS her head.