Rose knocked on Grace’s door, her knuckles wrapping on the painted wood.

“Hey, Grace? You okay? We’re getting some trick-or-treaters already. Were you going to bring out the jack-o’-lanterns?”

Grace had been holed up in her room for an entire day, and Rose was getting worried. It wasn’t like her goth-leaning roommate to miss Halloween. She had been the one who insisted they decorate the house and advertise that they were giving out candy. Grace had just been acting funny ever since she brought that strange book home from the old thrift store. Some old edition of a grimoire or something.

Rose didn’t pay any attention to it then. Grace was always into that witchy kinda stuff. But Rose couldn’t help but overhear her roommate chanting softly from inside her room the entire night. The next morning, Grace came downstairs with an empty look in her eyes.

“Morning, Miss Sunshine,” Rose teased. “Everything ok?”

“Yes,” Grace replied in a dreamy monotone voice. “I have to go. To get pumpkins.”

She drifted to the front door.

“Grace?” Rose asked again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. I am going to get pumpkins…” she replied in the same blank voice.

Rose shrugged, thinking her friend just needed her normal morning hit of coffee. She wasn’t prepared when Grace returned with her station wagon filled to the brim with dozens of large, orange pumpkins.

“Holy crap! Grace! How much did you spend on this?” Rose gaped.

Grace hardly looked at her and just started carrying the huge vegetables into the house one by one.

“It doesn’t matter…I’m going to carve pumpkins,” she said, staring off into the distance.

“You’re going to carve all of these?!” Rose asked in disbelief, but Grace had already shut the door to her room.

Now, nine hours later, the sun had gone down, and their normally empty street was bustling with families in festive costumes, and Grace was still nowhere to be seen.

“Grace? Please, I just want to know if you’re okay?” Rose said into the closed door again. At last, she heard a voice.

“I’m fine…I’m wooooonderfuuull…” Grace’s voice sing-songed.

“Are…are you going to come downstairs?” asked Rose.

“Soon…come in…”

Something about Grace’s voice made Rose want to do anything but open the door, but she needed to see that Grace was alright for herself. She twisted the handle and let the door creak open.

Grace’s room was dim, illuminated only by an eerie green glow. The sweet smell of pumpkin goop radiated from a large bowl pushed to the side. Rose cautiously stepped inside, wondering where Grace could be hiding. As she swept her eyes around the room, she found her gaze gravitating towards a large pumpkin resting on a table, carved with a garish, leering face.

Rose furrowed her brow as she focused on the jack-o’-lantern. It grinned back at her with a wide, delirious smile. Its eyes were hollowed out spirals that stared into her, an unnatural green light glowing from deep within. The more Rose traced the grinning smile, the spiral eyes, the flickering green flame, the more she wanted to look closer, the more she wanted to delve into the warm, fuzzy depth of the light.

Rose stopped looking around for Grace and started drifting into the room, step by step. The pumpkin called her forward, tempting her with its hypnotic gaze. She wandered closer, her thoughts growing faint as the flame lured her like a moth. Finally, she stood a foot away from the glowing pumpkin. She had to look closer. She felt her knees grow weak.

Letting out a deep sigh of surrender, Rose sank to her knees, the light pouring from the pumpkin’s mouth and eyes straight into her, flooding her brain with warm, tingly light.

Rose was so enraptured by the glowing face that she never felt Grace’s soft hands gently grasp her shoulders.

“You want to watch the light, Rose…” Grace chanted. “The light makes you happy…so agreeable…watch the light…”

Rose found herself nodding. Yes. She wanted to watch the light.

“Let the light take over…it’s so compelling…so irresistible…you want to give it whatever it wants…don’t you, Rose?”

“…yesss…whatever it wants…” Rose echoed, the words forming by themselves.

“You want to give it your mind…let it take your thoughts…sucking away your brain…into the soft, green light…”

Rose felt the strangest sensation taking over her head. She could feel her thoughts getting drained, one by one, out of her mind, into the all-consuming fire inside the pumpkin. She felt her head being hollowed out, empty and light….like a pumpkin.

“Your clothes are uncomfortable,” Grace’s voice came from behind her. “You want to take them off.”

Grace nodded, her mouth hanging open and slack. She felt her hands reach up and begin to unbutton her blouse, letting it slide off her shoulders to the floor. Her skirt was next, followed by her bra and panties. Rose let out a relieved sigh, her face melting into a soft smile as she continued to gaze, on her knees, into the mesmerizing pumpkin.

“You want to watch the light…” Grace droned, her fingers gently tracing over Rose’s bare shoulders. “You want to serve the light…you will obey the light…say that for me, Rose.”

Rose just drifted along with the soothing green flame from the pumpkin, letting her mouth move on its own.”

“I want to watch the light…I want to serve the light…I will obey the light…”

“Look at me, Rose,” Grace commanded.

Reluctantly, Rose turned her face away and gazed up at her roommate. Grace towered above her, completely nude, her soft, chubby curves and porcelain skin glistening, her round boobs staring back at Rose like two eyes. On top of her shoulders, covering her head and face was a large pumpkin carved with the same leering grin and spiral eyes.

Grace hardly twitched. Her body stood still as a statue as Rose drank in the sight of her roommate. At last, Grace’s arms robotically picked up a whole, uncarved pumpkin and held it straight out to Rose.

“You want to carve pumpkins…” Grace’s voice drifted out of the jack-o’-lantern surrounding her head.

Rose lifted her arms, taking the heavy pumpkin from Grace.

“I want to carve pumpkins…”

“Good…carve the pumpkins…and then, you’ll help me prepare the Harvest.”

“Yes…”said Rose. “I will help you prepare the Harvest.”

Picking up the sharp cooking knife from the floor, Rose set to work, a dim, green glow swirling in her eyes.

It was 11:15, and Ray was pretty sure they had seen their last trick-or-treater for the night. The streets were dying down, and the large mixing bowl of M&M’s was almost empty. He took a glance down the hall, making sure his wife, Dawn, was distracted on her phone before ripping the last bag of candy open and stuffing the crunchy, chocolate treats into his mouth.

Welp, it’s empty now.

Ray stumbled into the kitchen and tossed the large plastic bowl into the sink. He opened the fridge, looking for a cold beer for a small nightcap, when the doorbell rang.

“Could you get that, dear?” He called out to Dawn. “Just tell them we ran out of candy.”

“What? We bought, like, ten pounds!”

“Yeah,” Ray said, wiping a smidge of chocolate from his face. “Those kids were greedy little bastards this year!”

The doorbell rang again.

“Fine, whatever,” Dawn grumbled, rolling off the couch. The tall, statuesque brunette marched to the door while Ray checked the drawers for a bottle opener.

“Sorry, we’re done with our candy for tonight, you’ll have…to…uuhhhh….”

Ray picked up his head, hearing his wife trail off midsentence. He thought he could hear a soft, feminine voice, but slightly garbled, like it was coming through a thick mask. He heard his wife’s voice again.

“…yes…pretty lights…look at the pumpkin…”

Ray leaned in his chair and peered down the hall. His wife was staring out the front door with a weird, empty look on her face. He set his beer down and got up. What the hell was going on?

As he made his way down the hall, the voices from outside the door got louder.

“Trick or treat…down so deep…watch the lights…no will to fight…”

Ray rounded the corner.

“Hey, who the hell is….”

He trailed off as he beheld two naked women wearing pumpkins over their heads, carved with sloppy grins and spiral eyes. The shorter, more buxom woman held a glowing green jack-o’-lantern in her hands with the same spooky expression. Ray considered calling the police, telling these freaky women to put some damn clothes on, but the more his eyes followed the flickering green flame of the smiling pumpkin, the more he calmed down.

Pretty lights…don’t fight…trick or treat…down so deep…

The words bounced through his head, making him sleepy, happy, relaxed…

He could vaguely sense Dawn next to him, mindlessly repeating the soft words. Pretty soon, he felt a big stupid grin spread over his face, his voice joining in with his wife’s.

Trick or treat…down so deep…watch the lights…no will to fight…

The shorter woman said something. Ray’s eyes flitted up from the glowing pumpkin to admire her plush breasts. Something inside him really wanted to take off his clothes. His smile grew wider as he felt his hands reach up and pull off his shirt.

Dawn copied his movements, hiking her dress up over her head, exposing her muscular thighs and ass. It wasn’t long before Ray and Dawn’s underwear fell to the floor, leaving the couple standing in their doorway, completely naked, mesmerized by the glowing pumpkin and the women’s chanting. The two of them were so distracted, they never saw Rose sneak behind them, holding a carved pumpkin in her hands.

Suddenly, Ray felt something drop over his head, something cool and moist, shrouding his face in darkness. He blinked, feeling his fear begin to spike. Then a brilliant flash of green light blazed through his mind, dissolving his thoughts, leaving nothing but blank, blissful obedience. He peered out of the spiral eye holes and saw his wife standing naked with a large pumpkin over her head, her arms drifting out straight in front of her. He felt his own arms do the same.

“Follow us…join us…” the women chanted. “Obey the light…come to the Harvest”

“Obey the light…follow…come to the Harvest,” Ray and Dawn repeated, their voices muffled by the pumpkins, as they began marching behind the two women, shuffling mindlessly to the next house down the block.

Jessica had just taken another bong hit, ready to jump onto another round of SkyFall, when her sister, Amber, crashed through the door, drenched in sweat and pale as a sheet.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jess asked the twenty-three-year-old. “Weren’t you headed out to your boyfriend’s Halloween party?”

“I didn’t make it! Something fuckin’ weird is happening out there! There are pumpkins everywhere!”

“Well, yeah! It’s Halloween!”

“No! I mean there are…people, I think, wearing these creepy jack-o-lanterns over their heads and parading down the street completely naked!”

“uhhh…what?” Jess said, suddenly more interested.

“I saw them! I saw a bunch of them go up to Mrs. Burnam’s house. She and her husband just stared at this crazy, glowing green jack-o-lantern that one of them held out and they just blanked out. They took off their clothes and let the crowd put pumpkins over their heads. Now they’re walking down the street with the rest of them like a horde of naked zombies!”

“Fuck, should I be turned on?” Jess said, half-joking.

“This is serious, Jess! They’re headed this way now! I’m telling you, it’s some kind of mass mind control shit!”

“I’m sure it’s just a Halloween stunt. Take it easy!” Jess said, heading to the window. She threw open the shades, revealing an empty street with houses decorated for the holiday. “See, they’ve probably all gone home or something.”

Jess’s words died in her throat as a low chant reached their ears from down the street.

“Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Trick or treat!”

The girls peered out the window, their mouths dropping as a horde of people paraded down the street, their arms held stiffly out in front of them, marching in unison, each of them topped with a leering pumpkin face that steered them like puppets. The women walked with their bodies on full display while the men each sported raging erections. All of them followed a short, stacked woman carrying a single pumpkin out in front of her, its spiral eyes glowing green.

The crowd of pumpkin zombies halted in front of the girls’ house. In one synchronous motion, they all slowly turned, staring directly at their front door.

“SHIT!” Amber cried, closing the shade. “They want us next! We gotta hide!”

Amber bolted upstairs, leaving Jess to chase after her.

“Amber, wait! Just calm down!” She said, following her sister to her room. She found Amber pressed against the wall of her bedroom, furtively glancing out her window that overlooked the front stoop.

“They’re still there! What are we going to do?!”

“Amb, just chill already! What are they going to do? Break into our house?” Jess said, stroking her sister’s hair. “We’ll just pretend we’re not home and they’ll move on.”

“No, I saw them! They’ve picked up every adult on the block already. The neighbors, Dawn and Ray. They even got Billy Greenbaum down the street.”

“Billy Greenbaum?” Jess’s ears pricked up. “Like, from high school? I didn’t know he was home…and he’s out there…like, naked?”

Amber’s eyes shot daggers at her sister.

“This isn’t the time for you to fawn over your teen crush, Jess! God knows what happened to them!”

Jess spent another few minutes trying to soothe her sister, but she couldn’t get the idea that Billy Greenbaum, the hot football star that was every girl’s dreamboat, was down there with his rock-hard body for everyone to see. She leaned over and took just a small glance out of the window.

“Jess, don’t!”

“I just want to see if they’re gone!” Jess said, although the droning chants of the pumpkin-headed zombies continued to wrack the house. She scoured the crowd, trying to pick out which of the naked cocks might belong to Billy.

"Trick or treat...drop so deep....watch the lights...no will to fight..."

The chanting grew louder. Before Jess could spot her teen crush, she caught sight of the lead zombie, the creepy, glowing jack-o-lantern held just below her plush breasts.

Jess’s eyes stopped wandering, her gaze stuck on the strangely beautiful green flame. It looked so inviting, so fascinating. She suddenly wished she could stare into the spiralling eyes of the pumpkin all night. The crowd of zombies swayed gently, like stalks of grass in the breeze, making the spooky pumpkin move back and forth…back and forth…

“Trick or treat…drop so deep…watch the lights…no will to fight…” Jess felt herself softly mouthing the words, her eyes glued to the magic pumpkin.

“Pretty lights…no will to fight…flames start to spin…you want to let us in…”

A strange force pulsed through Jess. It electrified her muscles and numbed her mind. She could only think one single thought.

Without the slightest trace of resistance, Jess turned and began to slowly shuffle her way to the door.

“Jess, what are you doing!?” Amber cried from the wall.

“We have trick or treaters…we should let them in…” Jess said, her voice a flat monotone.

“No! Stop!”

Jess was already walking down the stairs. Amber ran to the hallway balcony and watched her sister obediently march to the front door. Her courage failed and she slammed her bedroom door shut, sinking against the floor. She covered her mouth, forcing herself to hold her breath.

She heard the front door creak open and an exchange of soft voices. Jess’s voice was passive and calm as she responded to the gentle murmurings of the pumpkin zombies. At last, she heard the front door close and Jess’ footsteps come up the stairs.

“Amb?” her sister called, her voice normal. “It’s over! They’re gone. It was just a stupid Halloween prank.”

“What do you mean?” Amber asked, her voice shaking.

“It was Grace and Rose from a block over. They got the whole town in on a social media challenge. Sorry if it freaked you out. Do you want to open the door?”

“What about you? What was all that just now with you sleepwalking downstairs? I could have sworn you were hypnotized or something!” Amber shouted, her face flushing red.

“Yeah, sorry. I couldn’t resist…scaring you, I mean! It just felt like too good an opportunity to waste. Look, I’m sorry. You want to open the door and we can talk about it?”

“What the fuck, Jess! That wasn’t funny! What the hell were you thinking when—”

Amber opened the door, realizing her mistake a moment too late. There stood Jess, stripped down to her skin, her D cup breasts swaying with each breath, and her head crowned with a leering, spiraled-eyed pumpkin.

Before Amber could react, Jess held up the flickering green jack-o-lantern to her face.

The spiral eyes of the pumpkin held hers like a magnet. Fear gripped her spine, and she froze solid, letting the light invade her mind. The green flame grew brighter and brighter, pushing out all thoughts of terror and resistance. Amber’s mouth dropped open as her body slumped in syrupy lassitude.

The lights were so pretty. Why did she ever try to fight this?

While Amber gazed, stupefied by the mesmerizing lights of the pumpkin, two pumpkin zombies, their hard pricks bobbing with every step, wandered into her room and placed a carved pumpkin over her unresisting head.

Five minutes later, Jess and Amber joined the mindless parade of pumpkins as Grace led every adult in her neighborhood down the street, headed straight for the pumpkin patch.

Under the light of a waning moon, the pumpkins arrived in droves. Scores of them carried on the shoulders of their sleepwalking hosts, their arms held out in front of them as they marched to the same tune, led by Grace and the master jack o’lantern held in front of her wobbling tits. She led them in a swiveling zigzag along the rows of vines, the chill of the air only perceivable by each of the zombies’ very erect nipples.

At last, Grace made her way to an old oak stump in the center of the pumpkin field and placed the glowing jack-o-lantern down, its hypnotic, smiling face pointed at her followers. Grace raised her arms, her face hidden behind her carved mask.

“Kneel.”

The voice that came out of her pumpkin mask wasn’t her own. It was a rich, deep, feminine voice that demanded obedience, and the gathered neighbors were helpless to refuse.

They sank to their knees, swaying gently as they looked up adoringly at the pumpkin altar and its naked priestess.

Grace stepped closer to her throng of pumpkin-headed worshippers, her round butt pumping slowly with every step. She approached three men in front of the crowd, Ray and two others, and waved her fingers in front of their eyes, drawing them silently to their feet. She led them in front of the glowing jack-o-lantern and had them lie flat on their backs.

Grace stood over their supine forms, softly swaying on her hips, her neatly trimmed bush weaving back and forth. The eyes of the pumpkin surrounding her head glowed brighter.  

“Swell…hard…stiff…horny…swell…” she chanted. Without the slightest help from their hands, the men’s cocks pumped up harder and stiffer until three pulsing erections stood up between their legs. Grace turned and stalked through her garden of entranced subjects, pulling Dawn and two other women up with a wave of her hand, and led them to the men.

“Pleasure them,” Grace commanded the women. “Service them, make them ache with hardness.”

Each of the women, their faces hidden behind the leering pumpkins, squatted down and ran their hands over the hard cocks, squeezing them through their fingers and playing with their balls. Dawn leaned over Ray, bouncing her man’s cock playfully with her luscious breasts.

“Good…playing with their cocks is making you horny, ladies…” Grace said in her far-off, dazed tone. “Your pussies are getting wet…they’re getting hungry…they need a cock in them so bad…you want to sit on their cocks…do it now…”

“Yessss….horny…cooocccckk…” the women slurred through their pumpkin masks. Without a second’s hesitation, they straddled the men reverse cowboy style, and lowered their slits over the hard penises. The rest of the neighborhood watched in silence as the ladies pistoned up and down on the entranced men.

“Keep going…you men will get harder and harder, but you will forget to cum until I say so…getting those ladies off with your hard cocks…making them orgasm again and again on your dicks…”

The men grunted through their pumpkin heads, their hands rising to grip their lovers’ soft hips, thrusting up and down, sending the women into bouncing fits of ecstasy. Grace returned to the top of the oak stump, looking down at the captivated audience as they watched the live sex show through the hollow eyes of the jack-o’lanterns on their heads.

“You all are aroused…hot and horny…tonight is the night of the Harvest…you want to give all of yourselves to the sacred harvest night…let yourselves swell full…let your souls drip  and leak down your sex…watch the union unfolding in front of you…feel their pleasure…surrender to your arousal…give your souls to the Harvest night!”

One by one, each of the neighbors in the pumpkin patch began to play and tease their sex. Moans of passion filled the night air. Ray and Dawn helplessly fucked in front of the whole neighborhood, their faces hidden behind the smiling pumpkins. Amber and Jess mindlessly thrust themselves against their hands, the older sister groping her heavy tits and pinching her nipples. The whole town was under the sway of the spectacle in front of them, watching the three pumpkin-headed women swoon and bounce on the hard cocks beneath them.

Grace stood over all of them, her hand fiddling with her snatch as she tried to keep her legs from buckling. She was the conductor for the dark orchestra of lust and sex roiling before her. Finally, when the symphony had reached its crescendo, she sauntered back to the men, straddling their heads.

“You are swollen full…your balls are filled to the brim with seed…your bodies only want one thing…to cum…to fuck…to breed…”

The men groaned in agony as the women on top of them tumbled from one orgasm to the next, their primal urges satisfied in ways they could never have imagined. Grace crouched low and whispered to each man in turn.

“You need it so bad…cum now…fill her with seed…cum…give yourself to the Harvest…cum and breed her…”

The women cried out an octave higher as they felt the cocks inside them gush with seed. Hot, white cum that filled up their pussies and minds with ecstatic bliss. Grace stood once again and raised her hands to the onlooking crowd.

“Find a mate…give yourself to the Harvest!”

All across the pumpkin patch, the damn burst. Neighbors paired up with neighbors and began to desperately copulate. Rose grabbed the nearest dick she could find and guided it straight into her sopping wet pussy, folding herself over, letting her mystery lover fuck her standing. A littler farther away, Jess gasped as two strong hands grabbed her breasts from behind. She mewled submissively as Billy Greenbaum pushed her onto all fours, railing her doggy style. Amber grabbed the svelte woman next to her, and the two began scissoring while several other pumpkin zombies looked on, rubbing and stroking themselves. After spending himself in his wife, Ray found that his manhood came up just as hard and horny as before, and he eagerly slid into the voluptuous woman next to him while Dawn squatted next to two cocks, stroking them off with each hand.

The orgy persisted long into the night, each person trading partner for partner, the endless parade of pleasure driving the group to a collective delirium. Grace watched the whole thing from inside her pumpkin mask while she slid up and down on a king-sized cock that probably belonged to John, the dilf who lived on Elm st. As the neighborhood lost itself in hedonistic chaos, the glowing jack-o’-lantern sitting on the tree stump grew brighter and brighter until it ignited in a burst of green flame, feeding off the sexual frenzy.

At last, the eastern horizon began to lighten, a thin sliver of pale yellow that slowly consumed the entire sky. The fornicating neighbors began to slow down, one-by-one lying in the pumpkin patch and drifting into the deepest sleep of their lives. Grace felt the darkness of slumber pull her to the ground, and she finally surrendered with a smile on her face as wide as the one on her pumpkin.

With the first rays of sunlight, the pumpkins on each of the sleeping people withered and crumbled apart. The neighbors slowly rose to their feet, still deep asleep, and began to shuffle back home, their eyes closed and heads lolling to the sides, lost in echoing dreams of sex and pleasure. Each man and woman returned to their homes and crawled into bed, sleeping soundly until late in the afternoon.

As the autumn faded to winter and Christmas time rolled around, several households celebrated the news that they were expecting new additions. If any of the single women were asked who the fathers of their unborn babies were, they simply let their eyes glaze over for a moment and laughed it off as unimportant. The following May, Grace (possibly the only woman in town who was not pregnant) hosted a maternity get-together for her neighbors, letting the women of the town titter about how each was glowing with the light of motherhood while the men congratulated themselves over a round of beer.

One-by-one, throughout the whole month of July, each household welcomed the birth of a small, healthy child who never cried or gave their parents trouble, but only gazed at them with a strange, green glint in their eyes.

Halloween rolled around again, and the neighborhood prepared to welcome the usual slew of trick-or-treaters. Ray was pouring candy into the bowl as Dawn nursed their three-month-old baby when they heard a knock at the door.

“Hmm…kinda early, isn’t it?” Ray said. “It’s barely sunset.”

Ray opened the door to see Grace from down the street, a strange, far-away look on her face. On one side of her stood a regal-looking man dressed in fine robes with the antlers of a stag coming out of his pale head. On her other side stood a gorgeous woman with robes like silk and dark hair that flowed over her elegant shoulders. The three of them stared at Ray with glowing, green eyes.

“Ray? Who is it?” Dawn came to the door holding her baby and immediately fell into a stupor as she met the strangers’ gaze.

“The time for the Harvest has come,” Grace told them. The couple nodded, and Dawn held out her small baby without the slightest tremor of resistance. The woman on Grace’s side took the infant with a smile and let him nurse at her breast. The man waved his hand across the couple’s faces and they both dropped into a deep trance.

“You will give your baby to the Harvest,” Grace chanted in a droning voice. “You will give up your memories…it will fade from you like a dream…until we have need of you again…”

The couple nodded and then closed the door, going back to collapse on their couch, lost in a deep slumber. Grace then led her benefactors to the next house, working her way through the neighborhood, collecting more children for the Lord and Lady of the Harvest.