#jack o lantern shorts

[the-gloomth]

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[pumpkin-patch-chronicles]

Cameron's New Look

By: PumpkinPatchChronicles

The time was already thirty minutes to eight and Cameron was rushing to find anything he could wear. He'd been invited to a pre-Halloween party and as usual put off getting anything done until the last minute. Cameron wasn't really the type of person to plan ahead unless it was a workout routine at the gym. To his credit he would be considered quite a specimen.

Coming in at 6'3" and just at 195 lbs his body was the definition of what a lot of men aspired to. His arm were impressive and veined, even in resting positions. His torso was well sculpted with a nice set of semi abs and a hairy chest that could bounce with the slightest of movement. His legs (the thickest parts of him) were well toned and covered in soft hairs, the feeling of rubbing them like rubbing a stone wrapped in fine cloth. Looking at his face and head, it resembled something like you'd find in a health magazine; well sculpted with a close shaven head and facial hair, eyes bluish green and a smile that'd make anyone melt. While Cameron loved his appearance, he also loved his package; surrounded in kept up pelvic hair, it came in at a whopping 6" soft and 10.5" at full mast with a set of eggs that'd make a hen cry for days if they had to lay them.

In order to keep this physique in top tier shape he'd spend hours making sure his weekly routine, diet, and environment were at their most, which brings us back to his current dilemma. Cameron left little time to anything external to himself (bills, appointments, schedules not related to his gym routine, etc.) and now he was whirling around his flat desperate to put something together for his friend's party. Typically he wouldn't really care, but he hadn't seen his friend in months due to being over seas for a job and he wanted to catch up before he'd have to go off again for another few months.

As he combed through the numerous closets in his flat he managed to only find a handful of things to fashion together. His costume consisted only of a pair of short top combat boots, a European style bathing suit, and a Jack-O-Lantern pail he'd gotten at a gym event for the season. As time grew closer he looked in despair and said that what he had would have to do, he'd go as some sort of sexy beach goer (he figured). As he rushed out the door and jogged down the street to his friends three blocks away he wasn't pleased with his costume but was excited to see his friend again.

The night was crisp and partly cloudy, allowing the stars and moon to peek through here and there. All the small businesses and town homes had some sort of festive decor to them, offering plenty of visual appeal to the area. The streets were quiet not quite being Halloween, which was somewhat a relief given Cameron's near naked appearance running through the neighborhood. Despite his reservations he still wished he was able to have done more for the party. As he rounded the corner (being nearly there) he immediately stopped in his tracks at what he saw.

There in the center of the sidewalk was a freshly carved Jack-O-Lantern, dark on the inside with a somewhat sinister expression. Cameron looked around puzzled as to why someone would just leave a Jack-O-Lantern lying in the middle of the sidewalk, but quickly lost interest. He walked up and lifted the pumpkin to examine it thoroughly since it was just there. Despite it's size the weight wasn't that bad, maybe only 5 lbs, and wasn't at all damp or wet outside or inside. That's when Cameron got an idea, since this was just sitting here and didn't look to belong to any home or business in particular he'd wear it to the party and be a sexy pumpkin man. With a new air of excitement and optimism he took the pumpkin in hand an quickly finished his journey to his friends.

Arriving at the stoop to his friend's apartment, he quickly dawned the Jack-O-Lantern he'd found on the sidewalk and entered the main hall. As he made his way to his friend's door he was pleasantly surprised at the pumpkin he now wore on his shoulders. It didn't smell at all, wasn't gooey or wet inside (as he'd noticed before), and the light weight really was easy to carry. In a matter of moments he'd made it to his friend's door and was greeted by a roar of clatter, laughter, and holiday merriment.

Almost immediately he was the center of attention, being barely clothed with a solid physique that caught the eyes of the women and men there. His friend gave a chuckle, thanked him for coming and brought Cameron into one of several small groups to mingle. Throughout the party Cameron conversed, drank, joked around, and flexed for anyone who asked (regardless of sex or orientation), he really was in his element. As time grew closer to midnight Cameron began to notice that his head felt a bit off.

Reflecting on the evening he had been drinking a bit much (more than he usually did given his strict dieting) and chalked his odd feelings to that. Yet as the time got closer to midnight his head became more and more unusual feeling. He soon excused himself from the party and entered a bathroom off the living room just down the hall. As he shut the door he sat his prop on the counter and looked into the mirror. He looked at his reflection to see his hairy toned body topped with the Jack-O-Lantern and couldn't help but feel a bit aroused. He was no stranger to getting in a mood over his own appearance and now wasn't any exception. The Jack-O-Lantern head actually added a new element to his appearance that really gave him a twitch in his loins. Regardless of his mood, he still felt his head get more and more unusual.

He figured that maybe he'd worn the pumpkin too long an needed a break to get his bearings again, and soon went to remove it from his shoulders, then midnight struck. As his hands grasped the sides of the pumpkin his head went numb, then he felt his face fall into the front inner wall of the pumpkin against the carved face. Within a few seconds he felt fine again, but despite still feeling his body he found he could no longer control it. Peeking through the carving once more he saw that he was still standing in front of the mirror, hands still grasping the sides of the pumpkin, but regardless of what he tried he couldn't budge from that position. Then as unexpectedly as he had fallen forward, he felt his arms lift the pumpkin off his shoulders and held it over the sink. Cameron soon became perplexed; he felt his body take the pumpkin off, yet his vision was still from the perspective of inside it. His arms soon began to gently shake the pumpkin up and down until a solid thud hit the sink.

Cameron quickly went from perplexed to shocked, his vision now out of the pumpkin but inside the sink. Confused and worried he felt his arms move back towards his body, pumpkin in hand, and felt the fruit placed back on his shoulders. Soon Cameron felt his arms move again, his hands now grasping either side of his fuzzy face and the sensation of being lifted up, seeing himself leave the inside of the sink. He felt himself being turned around by his own arms to find himself staring down his body with the pumpkin on his shoulders as it's head. Unable to speak he tired to say something (anything at all) yet found himself unable to make a sound. With another gentle plop his head was now on the counter facing his body, his arms retreating back to his sides, the Jack-O-Lantern now looking down at him.

Concern in his face, Cameron tried to ask what was going on, his toned body just standing there. It soon became clear however that Cameron no longer was on his body, the new owner of it validating this realization by grabbing a hand mirror on the counter and facing it to Cameron's detached head on the edge of the counter. All Cameron could do was try to get the words out to call for help, while his body sat the mirror down and grabbed the pail Cameron had brought with him. As Cameron looked on, giving up on his plan to call for help, his body began to bounce it's pecs, his right hand slowly making it's way to a slow forming erection. Cameron felt the mood his body was in and with no way of controlling it, he soon faced the reality that his body's new owner wished to explore it's new situation, with Cameron's head as a toy for exploration.

[dfilms]

Trick Or Treat, 1952

[thepenultimateword]

Spooktober Prompt #2

It’s midnight when I hear the jack-o-lanterns chatter. The porch light illuminates as far as the edge of the yard, but I try not to look too closely at the street as I haul them out of the icy wind and into the warm house. As much as I pretend, I know they don’t shiver because of the cold but because of what they saw.

[bytesizeambs]

Halloween Decor | 12 Foot Mummy #shorts #halloween #mummy #bytesizeambs #4k

Today's "Friday Randoms" short. Some of our Halloween decorations in action. Hopefully I'll be able to post more of them next Halloween.

Also available on TikTok.

Music: Skeleton Dance by Myuu

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Pumpkin man (short horror film)

[bakaquesauce]

A Little Witch Timelapse

[homoeroticgrappling]

Hook posting on socials is like a cryptid sighting, must document (dang they did a number on that limo)

Cool closeups of the All In gear

And he just added a clip of aforementioned damage to an innocent limo

[llewellynsoddities]

•I often like to daydream about existing in a world much different from ours

Today I stepped out of my sturdy but creaky old wooden cabin to head into town. The sun cascaded through the trees softly and danced warmly upon my skin. The wind blew briskly causing me to shiver slightly as my torn stained boots crunched the fallen leaves. Luckily, my stretched black knitted sweater and pants were enough to keep me warm in the crisp conditions. As I approached the center of town, I began seeing pumpkin and jack-o-lantern decorations all around. I stopped by as many pop up shops as possible to see if anything peaked my interest. One shop, owned by a ghostly old woman dressed in shades of orange with long glowing red hair, had lovely autumnal floral bouquets which I traded gold and crystals for. Another was selling pumpkins seeds, perfect to feed the crows that frequent the sky above my home. Eventually I reached the alchemy shop where I picked up various herbs,barks and oils for my potion brewing. Logan’s alchemy shop is always full of all sorts of characters; the owners son, Malachi, is said to be the most skilled alchemist in town. Unfortunately, he miss uses his admirable knowledge viciously often stealing and wrecking the pop up shops. I began walking back home and away from town as the sun set and the street lanterns cut on. The bugs of the night began singing their songs as the moon revealed itself shyly. Evening was when most of the towns people would venture out from their homes. Fortunately, I was only a few streets away from my long, wooded, windy and desolate street. Of course a lot of the people here are kind enough… but some of them I prefer to stay away from.

[la-principessa-nuova]

2 hours to go until therapy and still laying in bed in my pajamas that are basically just a strip of halloween themed fabric to cover my boobs and spaghetti straps to hold them on

[minyboy]

Fright Night (Halloween Monster “Roleplay” 4) Part 14

The Spirits Of Halloween are going to war, and I'm the target. In the center of the room a group of the shady things are plotting and planning over a strange map. Right next to them is my pumpkin caged up on a barrel, guarded by a beast with three heads, wolf, bear, and serpent. Very nice. I can sense my own Sprit Of Halloween, it is trapped in the pumpkin. Ha, serves that jerk right. Well, since these things fear me and I might not have another chance to rescue my pumpkin, let's do this shit. I leap forwards out the shadows and give out a haunting bellow. "YEAAAH AHAA HAAAA!" Yes very scary. The Spirits begin to panic, I have a the advantage. The beast was not to easily disheartened, it leaped forwards, hissing and howling. I swing my ghostly sword at the snake's scaled neck, I hate snakes. The serpent hissed in agony, its decapitated body thrashing in the shadows. Yes! But the beast was far from beaten. The wolf head lunged at my arms and grabs hold tight. Crap, that really hurts, craaap. The things crushing my bones! Desperation clawing at me. The Spirits of Halloween recompose and closed in, whispering dark promises, eager to claim their revenge. No time to think, with a final surge of strength, I free my arm and drive my sword into the bear head's eye, its roar of pain shaking the mines. The cage holding he pumpkin falls off the barrel, smashing into pieces. Without hesitation I lunge my mangled arm at it, tore it for the ruble and placed it in its rightful spot. The spirits shriek in horror, their light dimming as I place this thing back upon my bare neck. my eyes alight with hellfire, burning through the darkness. Arrgg! All I see is orange! With one final painful swing of my blade, I sent the beast crashing to the ground, its remaining heads rolling into the darkness. The Spirits Of Halloween dissipated, fleeing out of the mineshaft and the darkens fell deathly silent. The power, it feels good. I'm back bitches, and there is Hell to pay!

[spookyspaghettisundae]

Another Hungry Mouth

Starvation started when autumn died. When the riot of colors faded, turning into every shade of brown among the leaves as wind took them down, leaving all trees barren and naked. Those same winds whispered through holes in rotting fences.

Enclosed by those fences, the house on the middle of the road stood empty and abandoned. Old paint had peeled from its wood long ago, and bitter-cold air crept in through broken, barricaded windows. The front door creaked and groaned in every stormy gust of wind, hanging crooked in its hinges.

And in that house’s dark attic and darker cellar, the bowels of this old ruin tightened. Derelict insides twisted with hunger. Unmappable halls and rooms, some said. Haunted, said others.

In the dark, eyeless, it watched. Between the rumble of cars and the ringing of bicycle bells, earless, it listened. It sensed every presence. Every soul, every fleshy body, made up of blood, and guts, and brains. Gnarled branches of dying yard trees reached out like skeletal hands, yearning for every unsuspecting passersby.

Whenever any stopped on sidewalk to gawk, the house whispered to them. Through cracks and holes, wind carried indecipherable invitations. In some, it instilled terror, inspiring to move one quickly.

In others, this sparked their curiosity. Curiosity that lured them past that fence, past a jungle of overgrown lawn, onto a decrepit patio, and into the hungry, hungry house.

Prey.

Ideal nourishment took the shape of such people. Those whose burning curiosity and boldness eclipsed their fear and survival instinct. Wood and stone drank their blood, and walls chewed on their flesh and bone till nothing was left behind.

They fed the shadow. The living shadow, that dark heart beneath the earth. They nourished that insatiable, cancerous thing that festered in its depths.

Once, someone placed a jack-o’-lantern on the withered porch, wishing to spread merry among her neighbors. Her own morbid fascination and curiosity lured her past the creaking threshold inside. Her blood flowed down attic stairs, and bone-dry wood soaked up all, leaving no trace of her behind.

Once, two young men went in with cameras, eager to make a name for themselves as ghost hunters. The house struggled to swallow more than one at a time, but insatiable hunger emboldened it to distend its maw. Their plastic and metal equipment provided more pain than nourishment, but the house ate all, and beyond its fill that summer. It kept its quiet when their friends and police came looking for the two.

So many gone missing. As years went by, people disappeared in that town. Only few believed the missing had vanished in that house, and none would ever prove it.

Yet less and less disappeared with every passing season.

More and more, people avoided the house altogether. Louder than its whispers, rumors of its body count circled the house’s surrounding town, keeping the curious at bay. Someone spread lies on the internet, “debunking” stories of hauntings as fake or tall tales, keeping fortune seekers away.

It had not eaten in years. Mockery from the sidewalk followed more often than gazes filled with fears. Its desperate whispers even pleaded with stray cats to enter, but to no avail. A living trap needed bait to lure its prey. The house now stood empty, in every thinkable way.

Its legend had fostered a fear too strong, and its legend had become too unbelievable. Until this night, All Hallow’s Eve, when a young woman approached, hungry to do the unthinkable.

That witch, disguised as witch to hide in plain sight, stood on the sidewalk and stared.

The house sensed her sense of adventure, it could almost taste her yearning. She hungered for something else, something burning. Behind her forehead burned a fire of ambition so bright that the house almost feared it might burn and consume it outright.

She stared from the sidewalk and set into motion. Wind whispered louder through holes in the fence than her sneakered feet fell upon grass, movement fueled by dark devotion.

The young witch was eager. The house was desperate.

Not even at the threshold of the front door would she stop, unfazed by that yawning portal, groaning as it creaked and cracked and opened for her, praying more she would descend into its bowels, like all those gone missing in the decades past.

No fear from her, which mattered not, for the house just wanted her flesh and blood. Food’s feelings never mattered. Oh, what wondrous creature, what perfect prey, the house whispered from the basement to her, thirsting for blood, crazed to eat her that day.

And then, cut short, another ran forth, dashing past fence and tall grass. She caught up to the first, stopping her in her tracks, yanking at her arm, so hard she fell on her ass.

She begged her friend to turn around, for the price was too high to pay. They both sought power, they practiced magick, but there had to be another way. Another place, another hour, they needed to leave.

Too close to the sun, she said, but you can stop! I am begging you, please stop! And she sighed in relief as her wish came true, and helped her dear friend back up.

The house’s walls shuddered with dread and rained dust upon their heads. Too hard had it tried to hide its hungry nature. The violence too transparent in its quake, while wind picked up, and whispers turned into howls. The fear it struck drove them out, farther away from its dark and empty bowels.

Hallways shifted, yet just too late, and the witches escaped the house. The door slammed shut, not by its will, but driven by human hands, sealing its final fate.

Its final gasp, pathetic and weak, made grass and pickets shudder. Many would later point and gawk, but daring to enter? There would never be another.

Winter came and went. Snow and sun widened cracks, and the roof gaped open with holes. Light flooded attic, and stairs collapsed, burying all ways to the cellar. Where light no longer reached, no person could reach either, and the house succumbed completely.

Come summer, a man shuddered as he stood upon that dead lawn, where he staked his sign into the dirt. The buyer he found felt no fear nor wonder, and hired an entire force of workers. With rhythmic quake and metal thunder, machines arrived, plowing walls, and tearing everything asunder.

Thus the house died all hungry and alone. Buried under tons of cement, its wretched being ended. All hunger, all festering hunger, now remained silent.

Another year past, all wind and whispers now carried through steel cages, filtering through the empty skeletons of rows of shopping carts, rattling by day, and silent by night. Seasons passed, holidays brought fortune, past glowing trees of Christmas, and Valentine’s pink hearts.

The house was gone and dead, sooner than its legend, and many cars now parked in its paved space. A different curse now claimed this place. A different greed, borne by commerce, all lured by neon signs.

Another whisper, another gasp. And another hungry mouth opened upon this wretched earth.

[call-me-the-candyman]

In the woodless mound, the grave keeper works his nightly shift. He is a rather friendly sort, but he must always be careful not to tilt his head too far to the side.

[thepenultimateword]

Spooktober Prompt #27

The whole purpose of Jack-o-lanterns is to scare evil off the doorstep. They're the ultimate guard dogs for a spellcaster. That is unless evil has been feeding them variously flavored candlewax drips every day for a month, in which case, they'll make absolutely no effort to stop it as it steps over the warding rune under the welcome mat and casually lets itself into your home.

[tale-told]

The Headless Horseman Rides

My heart wakens to the rhythm of the gallop. My faithful steed rears, leaping through perdition’s flame. How cold I find the earth, but yet how bright, even in the night. The jack-o-lanterns glare and grin at me from their porches, warding me off—but here’s one, sitting on a wall, its leering expression, its glowing eyes, perfect for my ride. Leaning down, I scoop it up. It rests on my shoulders,…

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Pumpkin man (short horror film)