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Written by Red-eyes Dragoon
:3c For folklore con, I wanted to replicate how it felt reading a creepypasta when you were younger while bringing a fresh take on the concept. I think this did an okay job.
A cold autumn night drifts quietly over a town; leaves falling off trees to the ground, making a piles of leafage for kids to jump into. Large pumpkins, carved into haphazardly, sit on the porch with little trembling candles inside—small beacons not meant to last more than a night. Children greedily steal candy from buckets labeled 'only take one.'
Don't you remember growing up? Your parents' tradition every year: finding some new story on the internet to scare your pants off with. Or how you'd scroll for hours on creepypasta forums, trying to find your next nightmare in written form.
Maybe that's why 'The Lantern Archive' stood out to you. A site full of backrooms-native horror stories; a perfect place for new roots to take place. Most stories said too much in their title, or too little.
Eventually, one stood out: 'Pumpkin Patch.' You grab your lucky o’ milk and popcorn before settling in, the light of your screen spilling across the room as you begin to read.
Pumpkin Patch
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I like researching the unknown; there's something so eerily fascinating about stories never having properly explanation—loose ends that never got tied. I've always felt drawn to them; maybe because I was born into a universe that didn't want itself solved. Though, I understand why most people would tread lightly around this sort of thing, like it's a floor made from eggshells. Sneaking and stalking around corners, hoping not to attract the monsters lurking everywhere.
Maybe… I'm not as careful as I should be.
My parents say I act like a ghost-hunter from the Frontrooms in that way—someone just as courageous as they are idiotic.
"Leave it to the M.E.G.," They'd say. "Leave it to trained professionals," "We want to keep you safe." All things I'd heard before. They don't understand me. How could they, they weren't born here like I was. Even though they've been alive longer…here longer, you could tell they were still visitors in their heart.
I just needed an opening to prove to them; one I thought fell right into my lap on a cool autumn morning. I was helping my parents get pumpkins from the M.E.G. for the yearly tradition of what they call "All Hollows Eve." While they traded half-remembered stories in the apartment next door, I wandered off with some of my friends. One of them—let's just call them Eden—pulled me aside.
He kept glancing, back and forth between me and the rest of the friend group—almost like he was waiting for them to leave. When he finally spoke up, his voice cracked half way through the first word.
"Would you… Hate me if I asked for some reassurance on something?"
I slowed down for a moment, looking at him almost somberly and nodded for him to continue.
"Our friends are doing something stupid tonight." He want on. "A rumor really, and I need some advice. You're the only one who doesn't know so…"
He paused for a moment to look at me, as if thinking of the right way to say what he was about to say.
"They want to find out if the rumors are true… About the witching hour on the devils day a-and the pumpkin patch."
These concepts were rather foreign to me. "Witching hour?" I asked. "Devils day?"
He just stood there and stared into my soul awkwardly for a moment before looking away like he'd embarrassed himself. "Y-yea… I want you t-to um…come along tonight. I- I need some backup to truly convince them it's a bad idea."
I smile and nodded, as if I knew what he was talking about. He gave me the brightest smile; I thought he was going to cry just from my agreeance alone.
He slowly nodded he ran to go catch up with the group. For a moment I just stood there, staring blankly ahead of me with a half-faded smile on my face, like I'd just been told the world was ending, but wanted to keep it together.
I decided it would be better to walk home; I just couldn't walk with that group knowing what I knew. Knowing they were about to do something stupid. I must've repeated the whole situation in my head a million times over before I bumped into the door of my apartment complex.
My parents were still talking with the neighbors when I'd gotten there; talking about what they might take me to do on the holiday. I just sighed and pushed pass, trying to get the family computer so I could do any semblance of research on what he was talking about. I typed in the research bar—trying not to get caught as if I'm watching some sort of taboo content.
All I could really find was an M.E.G. theory and several news articles front lined by the Daily Rooms that I'd never seen before, older than my parents by decades.
One taglined itself as, 'Some natives believe all hollows eve isn't just celebration. It's a great crossing of sorts, tying the Backrooms and the Frontrooms stably together, letting the supernatural cross. Demons, ghosts, and more slip into the backrooms, creating new monsters in our home.' Another read 'Pumpkin patch reported on all hollows eve, keep away from, keep away from at all costs.'
One after another, old threads popped up, flooding my head with more information than anyone could reasonably receive. It was like I'd stumbled onto a whole new dimension of mysteries and questions; all tugging on me to come closer.
By the time I looked up, the sky was dark. Kids laughter faintly echoed in the streets while some parents complained about the cold autumn breeze. I rushed outside, hoping to find my friends from a distance before
It took stalking the shadows before I finally found them on an empty street. Eden seemed to be lagging behind a bit from the rest, his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. I whisper-yelled, hoping to catch any signs of attention, but he was too far.
I followed. Something told me they needed someone just a little bit behind them. Maybe it was just dumb bravery…Or maybe it was something more.
They occasionally looked behind them, like a child trying not to get caught stealing from the cookie jar. And as they went, I followed.
Until they stopped in the middle of the street at sudden. They simply stood there for a bit, almost like they were dumbfounded at what was infront of them. Then I looked.
The large corporal building faded and the road cut off, replaced with a dark green grass. And a little beyond them…Green. It was like the level cut off at an empass into a large field ridden in green and bits of orange.
The air became denser as I slowly followed them closer and closer. The nearer I got, the more clear what exactly was infront of us.
A patch of pumpkins in a large field, oddly cut out in the level, like it was part of the level itself. It was perfectly placed, the buildings fading off as the field filled more of our vision. What I could recall being a street led into a field.
As they entered the field, I could feel the hairs on my arms stand straight up. Something about where they were headed felt weird.
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