Happy Halloween
Gourgeist looked out through the privet hedge, across the road to where a line of carved pumpkins sat in a row on a neat lawn. The hollowed heads leered with a flicker of candle light, empty plant skulls cut into grotesque shapes. Gourgeist quivered with anger. She flexed her hair-like appendages and waited.
As the sun dipped towards the horizon and orange light washed over the houses, Gourgeist emerged from the bush. Children were filling the street, dressed up as pokemon or their favourite league champions – one held a purple balloon with a drifloon face drawn on it, another had her hair dyed green and stuck up like a Mr Mime. An enterprising young girl was even wearing a mimikyu costume, replete with patchy stitching and a floppy head. Gourgeist slipped out amongst them, her pumpkin lips glowing.
"Wow, that's a cool costume," said a little boy, tugging at her arm. Gourgeist smiled down at him, bearing her teeth. He laughed and scurried away.
It didn't take long for her to find a quieter cul-de-sac. Three gangly teens stood at one end, laughing and swinging a wooden pole up and down. Around their feet was the pulped remains of the pumpkins they were smashing, plant flesh flecked on their shins. The street was otherwise deserted.
Gourgeist swept towards the boys, her jagged mouth opening and closing in anticipation.
"Hey, look at that – a real live pumpkin," said one of them, pointing at her. The other two laughed and kicked one of the jack-o-lanterns to the curb.
"Want to join us?" the youth said, pointing at the carnage. "It will be, you know, ironic."
Gourgeist grinned, her eyes flashing. She pulled herself up to her full height and approached them.
The boys stepped back slightly, their smiles wavering. "Hey, you're not a creeper are you? Say something, weirdo."
Gourgeist opened her mouth wide, but didn't make a sound. Quick as a flash she stretched out her arms, wrapping the three boys tightly. They kicked and shouted, squirming like hooked worms, but she had them pinned.
"What the hell are you doing?" one of them yelled, and she wrapped feathery strands of her arms over their mouths. Turning, she glided back down the street, dragging them behind her. There was a large bush on the corner, and she pulled them inside.
The boys were sweating – Gourgeist could feel their wriggling, vulnerable flesh beneath her grip. Gently she wiped the broken bits of pumpkin from their legs, her fine hairs tickling their skin. Unable to delay the pleasure any longer, she opened her mouth.
Gourgeist was not a skilled vocalist, but she had learned a few choice human phrases.
Let me carve your flesh, let me devour your insides she sang, watching the boys struggle. I will eat your souls, your guts, and leave your skin for decoration.
One of the boys was crying, tears rolling down his cheeks. Gourgeist licked her lips.
Don't worry, my fragile prey, this is just the circle of life. Rejoice, and be happy.
She sung, a blissful tune that filled the street with its melody, as she widened her jaw.
I sing my pleasure as I scoop out your insides. I will enjoy you, and then you will be gone.
The teens shuddered; one of them fainted away, his head lolling grotesquely. The other two kicked their legs, wrenching their torsos from left to right, but it was no use; as children on the other side of the bush went door to door in their costumes, Gourgeist sunk her teeth into the teenagers flesh, feeling their blood run over her tongue. She devoured them piece by piece, all the while singing, the joyous tune floating on the Halloween air as the silent screams of her prey died away.
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Gourgeist, Pokedex entry Y: It enwraps its prey in its hairlike arms. It sings joyfully as it observes the suffering of its prey.