A sprawling pumpkin patch, bathed in the warm, golden light of a late afternoon sun, stretches before you. The air is crisp and carries the sweet scent of ripening pumpkins, mingled with the earthy aroma of damp soil. Rows upon rows of plump, orange pumpkins of various sizes fill the field, their sturdy green vines intertwined like a living maze.

The villagers whisper of strange occurrences in the patch after dark, of glowing pumpkins and rustling vines that seem to move on their own. They fear the patch is either haunted or cursed, but let's be honest here...

IT'S PROBABLY BOTH...