ding dong ding, the clock struck 12 pm in the day. Hidden away in a dark grove just off of the cemetery laid a decrepit grave with unreadable writing on it. An orange glow emitted from the grave before an orange and green hand burst upwards out of the ground. The hand clenches the grass around it before a deep laughter emits from the Earth, the rest of the horrific plant-like body jumping forth out of the ground. The Pumpkin King stand up straight as he glanced around the grove, a giggle emanating from him as he cracked his orange knuckles. His head being a pumpkin with a crazed smile forever in-graved into it, however that smile seemed to move just like lips as he talked.

“On hallow’s Eve, when the clock strikes 12, a horrid spirit shall breathe. Monsters, ghouls and witches alike will quiver to their knees, mortals beware of this horrid and twisted thing. For here I come,

*The Pumpkin King

*”

A cackle echoes out of him as he recited the Halloween rhyme which had been about his paranormal appearance on ever Halloween. The Pumpkin King then looking up to the sky as he saw the sun was still up.

“Blasted sunlight, ruins all of my fun, looks like I’ll have to wait before I can claim a worthy prize”

He laughs before sitting down and waiting for the sun to set, The Pumpkin King’s claw-like orange hands gripping at the ground as small sprouts grew out.