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FelixOtello Posted November 2, 2025 #1074 Posted November 2, 2025 FelixOtelloย Jack OโLantern rose The wind howled through the hollowed-out streets of Blackthorn Hollow, rattling the shutters of abandoned houses and scattering brittle leaves like the bones of forgotten summers. On All Hallowsโ Eve, when the veil between worlds thinned to a whisper, Jack OโLantern rose from the pumpkin patch behind the old mill.He had not always been this way. Once, he was merely Elias Crowe, a tailor with nimble fingers and a sharper tongue, known for stitching suits so fine they could make a pauper look like a prince. But pride had been his undoing. On a dare, heโd mocked the Harvest Witch, carving her likeness into a pumpkin and setting it ablaze with a sneer. The flames had twisted, the smoke had coiled, and when the fire died, the pumpkin grinned back at himโwith his own face.Now, every Halloween, Elias wore the curse like a second skin. His head was the jack-oโ-lantern, hollowed and glowing with a sickly orange light that pulsed like a dying heart. His body, stitched together from the scraps of his old suits, moved with the jerky grace of a marionette. The claws (once his sewing needles, now elongated and rusted) clicked against the cobblestones as he prowled.The town had learned to bar its doors when the first frost kissed the pumpkins. Children whispered of the Tailor of Terror, the one who could unpick your soul with a snip of his shears. But this year, something was different. The bats that usually wheeled overhead in frantic spirals now flew in perfect formation, like stitches in the sky. The leaves didnโt just fallโthey arranged themselves, forming arrows that pointed toward the churchyard.Jack paused at the iron gate, his carved mouth splitting wider. Inside the graveyard, a single candle flickered in the window of the old parsonage. A girl stood there, no older than twelve, her face pressed to the glass. She held a pumpkin of her ownโsmall, uncarved, and glowing faintly from within.She was waiting.Jackโs claws flexed. The curse demanded a new vessel every century, a fresh face to wear the pumpkin mask. The girlโs light was bright, untainted. Perfect.But as he stepped over the threshold, the ground shuddered. The gravestones cracked. From the earth rose the Harvest Witch herself, her cloak woven from corn husks and shadow, her eyes twin embers. She had come to collect what was hers.โYouโve had your fun, Elias,โ she rasped, voice like dry leaves crushed underfoot. โBut the patch needs tending. And youโve grown rotten.โJackโs flame guttered. For the first time in a hundred years, fear flickered behind his carved eyes. The girl in the window smiledโnot with innocence, but with the grim satisfaction of a gardener pruning a weed.The bats dove. The leaves swirled into a cyclone. And Jack OโLantern, the Tailor of Terror, was pulled back into the earth, stitch by stitch, until only the pumpkin remainedโgrinning, hollow, and waiting for the next fool to light its wick.In the morning, the girl carved her pumpkin with careful, deliberate strokes. When she set it on the porch and lit the candle inside, the face that stared back was not her own.But it smiled all the same.
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