Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A story, about a very unusual Halloween decoration, begins after the photo.
A jack o’ lantern sat on an especially dark portion of the porch. It moved slightly as Halloween revelers passed by. “Woe to YOU sons of Adam and daughters of Eve. The eternal darkness shall swallow you!” boomed the lantern in a grating demonic voice.
One mother grinned at the lantern, wondering at the advances of technology. Still, she guided her children past the shouting decoration.
“Your eyes shall be plucked out and roasted upon the eternal flames of Mephistopheles!” roared the lantern.
Another mother guided her children across the street, attempting to cover six ears with two hands.
Three older boys, with the burgeoning confidence of their early teens, approached to watch the bellowing jack o’ lantern.
“Oh man, that’s cool!” said Micky.
“Not bad. I think they’re selling them at Walmart,” said Phil.
Micky noted that the windows were dark. “There’s nobody home. Let’s get it.”
They slipped through the house gate, moving quickly but silently.
“GO BACK!” boomed the lantern. “I will feast upon your blackened flesh! I will make candles of your skulls!”
“So awesome,” grinned Micky, briefly wondering what size batteries it took. He reached for the lantern.
Flames burst from the pumpkin that momentarily engulfed Micky’s jacket. “Feel the touch of Beelzebub’s whip! Know the will of the master!” roared the lantern. The fires on Micky’s shoulder quickly faded and the fabric smouldered. Micky screamed and the other boys screamed too. They turned and dashed out the gate, shouting as they ran for home.
“MUHAHAHA!” bellowed the pumpkin.
The house screen door slammed shut and Williard walked up to the lantern. He nudged the guffawing pumpkin with a work boot. “Eusphenax.” warned Williard.
“Begone mortal! Lest I feast upon your entrails!”
Williard allowed the fire extinguisher drop to his side.
“OH! Hey, what’s this?” said Eusphenax in a soft, placating voice. “Threats already? Can’t we just talk?”
“I agreed to put you in the pumpkin for the month of Halloween, but only if you behave, remember?”
“Oh c’mon! This is me, man. I gotta be me!”
“Do you want to go back into the ceramic Tinkerbelle now?”
Eusphenax winced in terror. “Okay, okay! I’ll be good.”
Williard turned and stomped back inside. Eusphenax addressed the Halloween revelers once more in a subdued voice.
“Woooo! WOOO! Happy Halloween everyone!”
Each week, Alastair Forbes sacrifices one of his own photos upon the fires of imagination so that we may write flash fiction based upon it. Look here for more stories based upon the photo above: http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2014/10/26/sunday-photo-fiction-october-26th-2014/