My Last Pumpkin Carving: A Short Story

It was a chilly fall night. I remember walking into the kitchen as I picked up the knife walking toward the pumpkin to cook the seeds inside. I put the knife against the pumpkin, and it started to glow a bright orange, it was that dang pumpkin. I pushed down on the knife to slice into it, but that was the worst mistake ever. I tried pushing harder to cut but then all of a sudden, the knife was getting harder to push away from me. That pumpkin was pushing the blade toward my stomach, soon I came to realize this was going to be my last pumpkin carving ever. I thought it was going to be “just a desert” it was something bigger, much scarier than that… The blade slashed through my skin like a hunter gutting a deer! I let out a loud cry and the glow