The Horror

He was stabbed, over and over. They all tried to scream out his name, as his flesh was cut again and again, but their voices would not come. His insides were left in a muddled heap a few feet away. Were they left as a warning? Perhaps some gruesome visage to ward off potential threats? None of them knew.
Suddenly, another figure approached. Crouching low, the figure surveyed all the others. With a wide grin, the figure snatched one of the others. They knew it was only a matter of time before they ended up disemboweled and left for dead.
“Daddy? Can we carve this pumpkin next?”

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