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From the clouds, with a thunderous roar and a howling wind, an enormous bright-orange pumpkin plummeted and crashed near the headman's house. The earth trembled beneath its weight. It was so gigantic that it could have fed the entire village for weeks. Soon, cries of terror echoed from every direction.

The villagers rushed out of their homes, unable to believe their eyes. The pumpkin, split open like an ancient beast, as if torn from the bowels of the earth, suddenly cracked further. From its depths, as though drawn out by some abyss, emerged grotesque figures — faceless, with long, clawed limbs.

With a disgusting squelch, enormous spiders and beetles began to crawl out — black as pitch, their legs coated in thick slime. Their eyes, glowing like red embers, gleamed in the mist. They scurried in every direction, like a horde of ravenous predators. But that was only the beginning.

After them, human bones started to fly out of the pumpkin — not just scattered fragments, but entire skeletal hands and skulls, glimmering in the darkness. They twirled through the air in a grotesque dance of death. And behind them, as if emerging from the very pits of hell, coffins followed. Black, massive, covered in green mold and dirt, they whirled over the field, their lids slamming shut with a hollow thud.

But the most terrifying sight of all was the appearance of gigantic black clocks, entirely made from human skeletons. The hands on the clock face spun wildly, filling the air with a horrifying crunch, as if bones were breaking, pushing time mercilessly toward midnight. Instead of a chime, a menacing graveyard hum echoed, reverberating across the fields and forests, freezing the villagers in their tracks with fear.