#carvedpumpkin

[aaliyahunleashed]

Aaliyah/Queen Akasha carved Pumpkin (from 2022).

Reblogged from @mcfrazzlestache

[minyboy]

This guy is not happy to be here, I can relate.

[missedmilemarkers]

[lettersfromgod]

In regards to the day in which your land celebrates “the Day of the Dead,” those who hear not, speak not, think not nor pray, for all their thoughts have perished with them, I say this: To honor this day is to honor nothing, and is contemptible. And to honor death and darkness is to cast your lot with satan; it is to partake in the works of demons… I am The Light and The Life! Honor Me!

~ Says The Lord

📖 Excerpt from "Honor Not the Day of the Dead… Honor God": https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/Honor_Not_the_Day_of_the_Dead…_Honor_God

▶ Video - "Is celebrating HALLOWEEN OK?" - The Lord, Himself, Answers… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvmrBgolWPo&list=PLSVchFJ22QYLJhtHtmuwOWMi6LOpYKaKO&index=14

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Carved Pumpkins Shaina Tranquilino October 30, 2024

It all started the day Lydia moved into the old farmhouse. Set on the edge of a sleepy, forgotten town, the house was surrounded by a dense forest and fields that had long been abandoned. The air was thick with the scent of decay, autumn leaves carpeting the ground in hues of red and gold. She had inherited the house from an aunt she barely knew. The will had been a surprise, but Lydia, recently divorced and craving solitude, accepted it as fate. She liked the isolation, the quiet. The house was old, but charming, with creaking floors and peeling wallpaper that told stories of forgotten lives. But what intrigued her most was the sprawling pumpkin patch out back. Rows and rows of pumpkins, large and small, stretched into the distance. They looked neglected yet thriving, as though they had been growing for years untended.

It was mid-October when Lydia first noticed something strange. As she was working in the garden one chilly afternoon, she heard it—whispering. At first, she thought it was the wind, rustling through the bare branches of the trees. But the voices were low, urgent, and distinctly coming from the direction of the pumpkin patch.

Curiosity, mingled with unease, led her to the field. The pumpkins sat still under the gray sky, their round forms casting long shadows. She knelt beside one of the larger ones, running her hand over its smooth, cool surface. And then, faint but unmistakable, she heard it again—a whisper, just below the threshold of her hearing, like the words were being drawn from deep within the ground.

Lydia pulled her hand back. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she scanned the field, but there was no one. The stillness of the place seemed suddenly heavy, oppressive. She backed away from the pumpkin patch, the whispering following her, though it never grew louder, never more than a soft suggestion on the air.

That night, Lydia couldn’t sleep. The sound of the whispers lingered in her mind, like a melody she couldn’t shake. She told herself it was nothing, just the wind and her imagination. Yet, as she lay in bed, she couldn’t help but glance out the window. The pumpkin patch was bathed in pale moonlight, and for a moment, she swore she saw movement. But nothing stirred.

The next day, driven by an unsettling curiosity, she decided to carve one of the pumpkins. She selected the largest, roundest one, hauling it onto the back porch with some effort. As her knife sank into the thick orange flesh, a strange sensation washed over her—something akin to nausea, but darker, more insidious. She shook it off and continued carving, scooping out the seeds and pulp, shaping the eyes, the jagged mouth.

When she finished, she stepped back to admire her work. The jack-o'-lantern leered back at her, its hollow eyes gleaming in the afternoon light. She felt uneasy looking at it, but she couldn’t say why.

That night, as the wind howled outside, the whispers returned. Only this time, they were clearer. Lydia sat bolt upright in bed, straining to listen. The sound was coming from the direction of the porch. She grabbed a flashlight and crept downstairs, heart hammering in her chest.

As she stepped outside, the cold night air bit at her skin. The jack-o'-lantern sat where she had left it, its carved face now casting twisted shadows in the dim glow of the porch light. And then she heard it—coming from the pumpkin itself. Faint, but unmistakable.

A voice.

“Free us,” it whispered, the words rasping like dry leaves. “Free us.”

Lydia stumbled back, dropping the flashlight. Her mind raced. This wasn’t possible. She had to be dreaming. Yet, the voice persisted, growing more desperate. She turned to run back into the house, but her feet froze as a chilling realization struck her.

It wasn’t just the one pumpkin.

From the entire patch, whispers rose into the night, dozens of voices overlapping, some pleading, some angry. All of them echoing the same refrain: "Free us."

She backed away, hands trembling, barely able to breathe. Then the voices changed. They weren’t asking anymore.

They were demanding.

“Carve us.”

Terrified, Lydia rushed back into the house, slamming the door behind her. She locked every window, pulled the curtains tight, and sank to the floor, hands clasped over her ears, trying to block out the voices. But they wouldn’t stop. They filled the night, growing louder and louder, until she thought her mind would crack from the noise.

And then, as suddenly as they had started, the whispers stopped.

The silence that followed was worse. Lydia lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling, too frightened to move. Hours passed, or maybe it was minutes—it felt like an eternity.

Just as she began to think it was over, a soft tap came from the window.

She didn’t want to look, but her eyes moved on their own. Through the gap in the curtains, she saw it—the jack-o'-lantern, grinning at her through the glass, its hollow eyes glowing with an unnatural light. But there was something else, something inside the pumpkin, shifting beneath the surface of the carved face. A shadow, writhing and twisting.

It moved, pushing against the inside of the pumpkin, as though something was trying to crawl out.

With a scream, Lydia tore herself from the floor and fled, running out the back door, away from the house, away from the patch. The voices rose again, chasing her into the night, their whispers filling the air, hissing and shrieking, "Carve us. Set us free."

The last thing Lydia saw before the darkness swallowed her was the sea of pumpkins, their faces turning toward her, glowing with malevolent light, each one whispering her name.

The next morning, the town’s sheriff drove by the old farmhouse on his rounds. He noticed something strange about the pumpkin patch—every single pumpkin had been carved. Grinning faces leered up at him, hundreds of them, stretching out across the field like an army waiting to march.

And in the center of the patch stood a new jack-o'-lantern, larger than the rest, its eyes gleaming with a twisted, hungry light.

It looked just like Lydia.

[almostasenior]

Autumn Brings Orange To Life

St. Pete, Florida Hotel Carved Pumpkin Orange Cosmos Welcome to the season of changing colors. The leaves turn brown, yellow, gold and orange, and everything follows. Have a happy day 🙂 Alice Pinterest Facebook WhatsApp Tumblr X Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – Mainly Orange Pumpkin Orange WildflowerDateOctober 4, 2022Pumpkins and PalmDateOctober 21, 2020Orange SunsetDateSeptember…

[stanheightsimp]

I'm in web school, and for next year I'm preparing a thesis on "horror cinema on the internet"

For anyone interested in my thesis on horror cinema and the Internet, here's a link to a googleform!

Can you reblog so that I get as many replies as possible, from all sorts of different fans?

@shadow-turtle-234 @sp4c3b0yw0rld @gnommose @morbid-rxse @osteonecrosis @coffins-and-marbles @pussyandpastries @jacaotino @this-tastes-lemony @wholesome-holland @severusmanka @strawberry-capybara @that---idiot @matthewliberatore @yjism @theawkwardhomo @yourmooomm @carvedpumpkin @gh0st-4ss @carbatteryjoemama @jakesterling @scream769 @sillyboi333 @ifelldownthesteps @a-harbinger-and-an-omen @gh0sthunt3r @bojackhorsemington @pastelbunnys @bookyownership @olliologyy @slowly-becoming-like-draculaura @luki8173 @ediblesglue @mikubinderthomasjefferson @yourlocalpuppy @theultimateslasherloser @r4dioactivetestosterone @wiz4rdkiss3r @turns-you-into-teeth @xenobiaxd

(I've identified everyone who liked my original post lmao)

[pu-ryao]

Today was the Halloween party on Bin Weevils! It was my first time at a party and meeting any in-game characters, which was really cool! Some other little screenshots below...

Posh said about people missing out on codes "You snooze you loose darlings." and Fum declined to move from his spot in case he stepped on anyone.

On the topic of codes, Lab said a My Little Pony-themed code would be great. I like the idea of BW characters liking shows from real life, especially Lab liking MLP of all things...!?!? Posh said she likes Fum and he was flattered ::-]

I asked Lab what his favourite colour of potion is and he said purple. At the end, everyone wished us a happy and safe Halloween ::-)

Here are the six codes that were given out that you can redeem for money and items. They all expire in a week (next Monday):

hibernation

thewardrobe

stickycobweb

knightedskull

pumpkinpatch

carvedpumpkin

And of course there is an older code Vampire that can still be redeemed.

[iffoundreturntosea]

October 30, Day 303/304

Day 303 2015

Hank getting his hay on

#hankthehorse #hank #hay #nomnom #rainydays #nature #outdoors #animal #horse #love #equinetherapy #picoftheday #project365 #303

Day 304 2016

I'm ready for tomorrow

#halloween #ghost #purple #green #shadesofspooky #october #picoftheday #project365 #304

Day 303 2017

This cat will probably not take your soul...probably.

#boo #scary #jackolantern #kitty #cat #catsofinstagram #spooky #halloween #howloween #fall #catober #october #picoftheday #project365 #303

Day 303 2018

Scarecrows at the library

#scarecrow #fall #lovethisseason #festive #autumn #popart #inspiration #wildwarhol #october #picoftheday #project365 #303

Day 303 2019

Candy corn flower

#gettingcreative #desperate #thisyearisalmostover #flower #geometric #pattern #candycorn #nationalcandycornday #october #october30 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #303

Day 304 2020

Niece drew her dragon, Sparkle, and Papa carved her!

#pumpkin #jackolantern #dragon #carvedpumpkin #tistheseason #festive #fall #halloween #falldecorations #falldecor #october #october30 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #304

Day 303 2021

My beautiful friend throws a kick ass party every year. It was a great way to end this day. *That is (Steve) her 12 foot pumpkin king!*

#friends #family #bff #halloween #party #october #october30 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #303

Day 303 2022

Halloween eve treat

#galveston #fall #beach #sunset #sanddollar #water #gulf #color #treat #october #october30 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #303

Day 303 2023

Too pretty not to share

#onespot #seawall #windy #whitecaps #water #ocean #beach #clouds #sky #october #october30 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #303

Day 304 2024

I think Beaker had quite a fright! I wonder what he saw?? 👀

#muppets #dailytheme #beaker #animal #flashlight #spookyseason #halloweeneve #october #october30 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day304

This one was fun to make. See anyone special hiding?

[altnomdeplume]

Happy Halloween!! 🎃🔪 . . . . . . #halloween #happyhalloween #johncarpentershalloween #pumpkin #pumpkincarving #halloweenfilm #michaelmyers #bob #ghost #carvedpumpkin (at Greenpoint) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVtcey1Fg2W/?utm_medium=tumblr

[piccolascintilla]

Spooky time, spooky vibes! 🎃 . . . #bookstagrampl #redvelvetcake #halloweenfood #halloween2021 #spookyszn #halloweenspirit #domowewypieki #mojewypieki #pumpkindecor #spookyphotography #pumpkincarving #carvedpumpkin #happyhalloween🎃 #kochampiec #krew #halloweenaesthetic #seekinspirecreate #halloweendecorations #spookydecor #pająk #mycreativeescape #dynia #cornerofmyhouse #goodbyeoctober #happysamhain #trickortreat #cukierekalbopsikus (at Kedzierzyn-Kozle) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVtOyXKs7_V/?utm_medium=tumblr

[minyboy]

It's Halloween time so let's go ahead and carve up some pumpkins so I can find myself a new head. Up first, one snarky guy, yeah that's me.

[missedmilemarkers]

Grogu ("Baby Yoda") - From The Mandalorian, intricately carved from pumpkins stacked and arranged to resemble the beloved Star Wars character.

Chuck E. Cheese - The well-known mouse mascot of the popular children’s entertainment center, posed with a friendly wave.

Jerry Seinfeld - A pumpkin homage to the iconic comedian and star of Seinfeld, recognizable with his characteristic expression.

Ronald McDonald - The iconic clown mascot of McDonald's, bringing a playful yet slightly eerie vibe to the pumpkin sculpture.

[lettersfromgod]

"Thus I shall speak plainly, for you are a most rebellious and hard-hearted people, a most foolish and deceived generation: These modern holidays called Christmas, Easter, Halloween and the like, are an abomination in the eyes of The Most High God. Therefore in My jealousy and in the fire of My wrath, I shall destroy all your pagan traditions, and tear apart every perverse holiday of man! Behold, I shall wipe them from the face of the earth on that day, and no more shall you break My Commandments and revel in sin in The Messiah’s name!"

~ Says The Lord

📖 Excerpt from "Transgression": https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/Transgression

▶ Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31b_fZaCgIk&list=PLSVchFJ22QYLJhtHtmuwOWMi6LOpYKaKO&index=2

*Also See: ANSWERS ONLY GOD CAN GIVE

Regarding the Holidays of Men: https://answersonlygodcangive.com/Regarding_the_Holidays_of_Men

[pussikatelovesautumn]

which one is your favorite? :)