If perchance you fall and slice your arm upon the jack-o-lantern there is a chance, perhaps the smallest chance, that one might see a horrendous sight. As your body twists and distorts, your spine contorts and snaps. Your form gnarled your head expanded many sizes. Your sockets vacant your height doubled or perhaps tripled your arms long sinewy with great claws at their ends. You have met a fate most gruesome. You have been twisted into the Jack-o-were. Your humanity lost no cost can be payed to return you from whence you came. Those you knew must beware; you now hunt the living as the jack-o-were.
© 2020 David