MJ IMAGINES AND SHORT STORIES #2

🎃Pumpkin Carving🎃

《 JAM! 》

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the pumpkin patch, you can't help but feel a shiver crawl up your spine. The once cheerful field, filled with vibrant orange orbs, now takes on an eerie and unsettling aura. You're all alone, surrounded by rows upon rows of pumpkins, their grinning faces now twisted into menacing leers in the fading light. The rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl are the only sounds you hear, intensifying your sense of isolation. With each step, you tread cautiously through the field, your heart pounding, as if the very pumpkins themselves are watching, waiting, and whispering secrets that should never be revealed.

A sudden tap on the shoulder would startle you as you snapped out of your thoughts. Turning with a worried look, you see Michael holding a large pumpkin in his hands, a face somehow already carved into it. "Hey, I got the pumpkin you wanted!" He smiled proudly, brandishing it in your direction.

"Oh...thanks." You don't even lockeyes with the eerie grinning pumpkin Michael is holding. Instead, your gaze remains fixed on the sinister sea of orange faces around you. The atmosphere still felt heavy with an unshakable sense of foreboding, as if Michael's presence alone can't dispel the unease that has settled in the pumpkin patch. It's as though the pumpkins are in on some secret, and you can't help but wonder if Michael's cheerful demeanor is a facade. You take the pumpkin from him and try to muster a smile, but your unease persists.

"What's wrong?" He asks, holding your wrist to help led you through the punpkin patch.

"Nothing really...I just....Something feels really off with this pumokin patch. Ya know?" You strained out, feeling the urge to vomit as your stomach twisted inside you with uncertainty.

"Awww, do the pumpkins little faces bother you?" He chuckled. "They're harmless veggies."

You try to laugh along with Michael, but the unease still gnaws at you. "Yeah, I know, it's pretty silly. Just my imagination playing tricks on me, I guess." Michael kisses your cheek to calm you, smiling still as you walked. His reassuring presence helps ease your anxiety, if only slightly.

The moonlight above casted eerie shadows among the trees in the patch, making the pumpkins seem even more macabre. But you remind yourself that it's just a harmless Halloween tradition, and the pumpkins, with their carved faces, are just vegetables. Right?

Hours would pass, you and Michael still trudging along the patch as other squashes  were spotted around you. Each with their own creepy carved in faces. "Michael. You do remember where the campsite is right?" You ask breathlessly, shuffling the large pumpkin in your hands as you stopped to rest your legs.

"Yes...I do...but...we could just sleep under one of the trees? Its getting even more late and I don't want to walk with you in the dark forever." His voice seemed off, like something else was speaking for him.

You hesitate for a moment, not entirely convinced by his suggestion. The feeling of unease returns, stronger than ever, as you look at Michael. His smile seems forced, and his eyes gleam strangely in the moonlight. The sinister atmosphere of the pumpkin patch now seems to have seeped into him.

"No...come on Michael. You must be joking." You exclaim, scoffing. "I doh't mind resting by legs in this place. But sleeping with the pumpkins is a no go!" You set the pumpkin onto ground carefully and gently take his hand.

"Maybe if we walk back the way we came, we can just sleep by the front of the patch's entrance or inside the general store." You suggest, starting to walk away but Michael doesn't budge. He stood firm, as if he was rooted to the earth beneath him.

"Michael? You alright?" You ask, tugging at him. "Babe?"

Michael doesn't respond, and his strange behavior intensifies your growing anxiety. It's as if the pumpkin patch has entrapped you both in its eerie grip. As you tug at his hand, he slowly turns his head to look at you, and a wicked grin spreads across his face, now eerily resembling the menacing pumpkins.

"I thought you'd never ask," he whispers in a low, almost sinister tone. Before you can react, he grips your arm tightly, green vines from under his sleeve wrapping around your arm tightly.

"LET ME GO!" You scream, struggling to get your arm free.

Michael's grin widens, his eyes now completely devoid of their earlier warmth. He leans closer, and his breath is cold and unnatural, sending shivers down your spine. "You should have left when you had the chance." He hisses, his voice no longer his own.

As the vines continue to tighten their grip, you're left with no choice but to scream for help, hoping that someone, anyone, might hear you in this eerie, moonlit pumpkin patch. But in this desolate place, your voice seems to be swallowed by the night, and your cries for help go unanswered.