PUMPKINS!!!

Fresh, nubile pumpkins await their transformation.


Stephanie holds their fate in her hands....



I have all the right tools for the job.



Just call me the eviserator.



Mmmmmm. Tasty eviseration.


Around here, we don't need costumes to be scary.


Gutting nubile corpses is tough work, even for brutal women....


Mmmmmm... tasty pumpkin guts.


I take sinful delight in my work. Really, who wouldn't?


Stephanie has a surgeon's skill paired with a grave digger's sense of urgency. It's a deadly combination.


There's more where THIS came from....


I'm TELLING you: STEPHANIE HAS MAD PUMPKIN SKILLZ!!!!


The brutality takes shape....


Yes, EVIL has a face....


... and a not-so-steady aim.


Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... Gotta love that new pumpkin smell!!!


The resemblence is STRIKING.


Sometimes I even scare MYSELF.


And then I see THIS FACE: and I am truly TERRIFIED!!!!


Stephanie's reaction is far less dramatic. I think she's still in shock.


I, however, have moved quite quickly from awe to shock to horror to pure, unadulterated batshit-crazy lunacy. Pumpkins have that effect on me.


Later, we teach Tessa to feed off the remains. It builds character.


Stephanie's pumpkin takes the left watch.


Mine takes the right.


Our terrifying creations complete their journey from nubile, fresh-faced pumpkins to brutal jack o' lanterns in just one night.

They'll thank us in the morning.