Patrick The Putrid Pumpkin: Part 1

October 5th 2014.

It's too early. They should have waited. They have no idea what I will become by the 31st. Maybe I will begin to mold. Perhaps...liquids. Yes, that's it. I want to drip all over their floors. They will search for the source not knowing that it is me. Look at the children smiling and laughing as they tap me. Their mother tells them that I am good because of the sound I make when struck. I wonder what sounds they will make when I strike back?

I am not bad by nature. They made me this way. I know what future awaits me. First they will remove the top of my head. Then they will remove all of my innards. Maybe they will take my insides and bake them with salt. Doesn't that sound delicious?

Doesn't it?!?!

Lastly, they will find their biggest, sharpest knife and plunge it into my face. My face! A smile that will never die will be carved. I know all this because I have been here before. And I shall be here again. And again. And...again.