Pumpkins

She scooped out the inside and then started to carve a scary face into it, all the while reminding herself to be careful with the sharp knife.
She was pleased with her work and she hoped her son would be too.
As she made a cup of coffee she looked over to the table where the pumpkin lantern stood.
Had it moved?
No, of course not.
She rinsed out her cup and saw something move in the reflection of the window. She turned around and saw the pumpkin was on the floor, midway between her and the table.
While she was distracted she was unaware of the fifty pumpkins assembling in the garden.
There was a thump against the back door.