304. Amy-o-Lantern
Amy walks over to the jack-o-lantern. “Well, there it is,” she says, “a jack-o-lantern. In May.” She puts her hand on her hips and stares at it. Big round eyes with pupils expertly carved into it, a triangular nose, big grinning maw complete with fangs. It's certainly a well-done jack-o-lantern. But the only really remarkable thing about it is that it exists at this time of year.
Amy looks around the vicinity for some kind of clue as to why it would be here, but she doesn't see anything. No carving knife, no pumpkin guts, nothing. She scratches her head.
“Why did I even come over here? What did I think I would find that would explain this thing? Heck, this place is creepy enough, I'm sure they're always carving jack-o-lanterns just because that's the kind of thing they do around here.”
She decides to get on with her adventure, but before she goes she can't resist one final shot at the gourd that just wasted five minutes of her life.
“Stupid pumpkin,” she mumbles, giving the jack-o-lantern a little kick.
As she turns around and walks away, a glow emerges from the jack-o-lantern's holes. It slowly rises off the ground and then spontaneously shoots forward. Its mouth opens wide and, before she even realizes that something is happening, it swallows Amy's entire head. It swiftly bites through her neck, then pivots so as to be seated firmly atop her shoulders.
PTOOOO!
The jack-o-lantern spits out Amy's head, which flies across the greenhouse and rolls across the floor before coming to a stop next to a planter. Amy had no chance to react to the sudden decapitation, so the head bears a cynical, annoyed look on its face, lips pursed, eyes at half-cock.
The jack-o-lantern begins accommodating itself to its new-found body. It admires Amy's shapely curves and tight butt. A pumpkin could get used to this...
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.