In the spookiest of months you decide to make a lewd witch photoshoot. One problem is that you don’t have any good place to do so with no one spotting, at least not too easily. Your friend, who agreed to be your cameraman and is good at keeping secrets, suddenly tells you about an abandoned house with a garden full of enormously large pumpkins that seem to grow on their own under an old wooden roof that covers about half of that garden. You quickly agree to go there.
Most of theese pumpkins are covered in black shiny goo… One you have approached was not though, so you crawl upon it - thankfully it is also substantially larger than the others - and strike a pose for a picture… Moments after something sticky and warm starts to spead from right under where you’re sitting, sticking on you as well, holding you in place. You try to pull your arm away to grab on something with all force - only to find that the goo pulls back strongly and has already nullified your hands.
You’re stuck here, slowly covered by the goo coming from a weird pumpkin, while your witch hat starts getting heavier with the same goo, seemingly coming from above, covering it as well and dripping down onto your body…
You hear a few camera shutters and quick hoofsteps of your friend running away.