The first Amanda Sutter knew of the pumpkin, the strange pumpkin, was a day in late September. 
Note: creepy Halloween story
She went out to sit on the porch, bundled up in her heavy wool sweater, as night came down and blacked out the last of the sunset colors over the ocean. An evil pumpkin, she thought. Good Lord, it was ridiculous – a Halloween joke, a sly fantasy tale for children like those her father used to tell of ghosts and goblins, witches and warlocks, things that went bump in the dark Halloween night. How could a pumpkin be evil? Pumpkins were about as harmless a fruit as there was. You made pies and cookies from them, you carved them into grinning jack-o’-lanterns; they were a symbol of a grand old...
Note: Evil pumpkin!