October 20th: Pumpkins

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"Oh look! There's going to be a pumpkin carving competition this Halloween"

"Let's all enter" "Yeah sounds fun"
"I'm going to win. I'm amazing at pumpkin carving"
"That's a sad brag" "Shut up"
"I think you shouldn't count your chickens before they hatch"
"No one asked for your opinion"
"Stop getting so competitive. It's just pumpkin carving"
"What do you mean 'just pumpkin carving'" "Yeah, you never enjoy anything"

"Alright, let's just get to work".
This conversation occurred between me and my group of friends. We lived in a small town, and Halloween was always awesome. Every year, the town would put together a fun, Halloween activity. Sometimes there were haunted houses, other time corn mazes, but this year there was a pumpkin competition. All my friends loved pumpkin carving. I'd never carved a pumpkin before, but I was good at making pumpkin pies, so I figured I'd simply try my best with the carving and make a pumpkin pie from the insides.
On the day of the pumpkin carving competition, I was with my friends, and all the pumpkins were lined up on tables.

This is impressive, I thought.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a cloaked person with a pumpkin in their hands, walking towards the tables. The pumpkin was turned around, so I couldn't see the pumpkin. I didn't pay attention until I started hearing screams from all the people around. The pumpkin had been placed in front of everyone and you could see it clear as day. The pumpkin had a big hole in front of it, and inside the pumpkin was a large, severed head. It was bloody and bruised. The eyes had been scooped out and placed in the mouth of the head. The skin was cold and pale. The fingernails, which I assumed belonged to this person, were shoved into the outsides of the pumpkins. There were cuts all over the head,

the skin was peeling, and blood was pouring all over. The man then took out a gun and began to shoot at the crowd.

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