Perhaps you've heard the legends of the "vampire pumpkin?" Or perhaps you use your time too productively to pour over the Internet's endless discussions of obscure folklore and paranormal weirdness. Personally, I'm of the former category, and the legend of the vampire pumpkin has lurked in the corners of my mind ever since stumbling across it. Ah, the intriguing and amusing possibilities of having a completely harmless undead gourd. Ineffectively rolling toward the living blood it so craves, despite lacking a mouth, teeth, or any means of drawing or consuming that blood whatsoever. An all too rare type of monster that poses no threat, and is surprisingly simple to bring into the world... As a follower of paranormal weirdness, and as someone with active disdain for conventional notions of plausibility, I had to try it for myself.
The exact requirements for pumpkins turning vampiric are, as myth and folklore tend to be, inconsistent, and unclear. Almost as if they're garbled and confused retellings of delusions, or outright fabrications with no basis in reality at all. But such are the obstacles any who wish to peer beyond the veil must face; clear guidance is a luxury afforded only to the known and mundane. When exploring the supernatural, one must simply walk forward, guided at best by gut feelings only the barest scraps of unverified hearsay. So to begin, I sifted through those scraps.
At the myth's lowest criteria, pumpkins are said to turn vampiric when simply kept in a home for more than ten days. I ruled this option out immediately. If it were that simple, many people, including myself, would have already accidentally found themselves beset by undead gourds, and the question of vampire pumpkins would have been answered long ago. Similarly, merely keeping pumpkins intact past Christmas should have also yielded self-evident results by now, if that were all it took. Thus, I narrowed in on a set of purported requirements much less commonly met: Pumpkins that have spent a full night bathing in the light of a full moon after reaching at least one year of age. Few are the pumpkins that last long, and if so, then few are the pumpkins who could have joined the ranks of the living dead.
With that goal in mind, all that stood between me and vampire pumpkins was cultivating the pumpkins themselves, keeping them safely intact for a year, and letting them spend a night outdoors on the appropriate full moon: A deceptively simple goal that took me years to realize. There were many setbacks to simply growing pumpkins at all, such as surprisingly voracious deer, and many a safely grown pumpkin was felled by rot and decay before its first birthday. For some years, a blighting fungus didn't allow me to grow pumpkins at all. On top of that, the nights where I live are often below freezing by October, meaning that by the time a pumpkin's first birthday has passed, it might very well be killed by the frostbite of that crucial lunar night, before it can transcend life and death entirely. And sometimes I forgot to put the sufficiently aged pumpkins out on full moons at all. As such, it took years of trying, but my perseverance finally paid off this year. The necromantic experiment whispered of in legend was realized via the elder pumpkins you see below- photographed for research purposes before any exposure to moonlight, surely eagerly anticipating their imminent digivolution into Vampumpkinmons. What happened? Read on for the shocking truth... IF YOU DARE!
I placed the pumpkins on a patio table, in full exposure to the entire night's supply of eerie lunar radiation. At that point, all that was left was to wait, while the eldritch forces of the dark beyond worked their twisted magic. Despite the unnatural forces I was attempting to unleash, anathema to nature's very design, all was quiet, calm. The hush of a world afraid of what was to come.
The next day I gathered the pumpkins, and as you can see from the results, the transformation was quite drastic indeed:
Look at how dramatic that lighting is... How unnatural it now seems, to the point of appearing blatantly and intentionally artificially manufactured! Unmistakable proof of supernatural forces, or perhaps RGB light strips and carful placement, at play. Without a doubt, shocking changes came over those pumpkins- two more even spontaneously appeared, and definitely not for compositional purposes. And not even just the lighting- their location, their relative placement, so much is different... Those pumpkins did not return as they were before. The transformative powers of the full moon are real.
However, even as of a few days later, actual vampirism itself has not shown any sign of developing, unfortunately. The pumpkins have shown a newfound interest in the goth lifestyle, but they still aren't moving in the least, or showing any signs of an unquenchable thirst for the vital life force of the living. Nothing apparently evil or aberrant about them, unfortunately. Nothing spooky or paranormal at all here, really. Quite the disappointment.
...Or was it? For it turns out I omitted one key detail, for the sake of story craft. In truth, the ritual of the vampire pumpkin did not actually go entirely as needed, for the night of the October full moon, while fortunately above freezing, was unfortunately- yet it in its own way, thematically appropriately- A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT!
Hardly a single moonbeam was to be seen beneath the roiling blanket of inky clouds filling the sky that fateful night, and as you might recall, the legendary conditions in question required an entire night of moonlight. So in the end, the pumpkins were never fully subjected to the necessary conditions, and the story was not truly tested. Thus, we have ultimately reached the most terrifying of results: Inconclusive ones! For after all, what is more frightening than the unknown? ...The known, that's what. Duh. I mean, what's scarier- just saying there might be an icy wraith from beyond the void behind you, or saying that there's definitely an icy death wraith behind you right now, turn around and look, its bony grasp is almost around your neck, SERIOUSLY, IT'S ABOUT TO GET YOU, WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING? DON'T YOU FEEL THAT COLD SHIVER OF ITS BALEFUL GAZE? JUST TURN AROUND NOW!
See, the second, no-question one was way scarier. Proof that the known is scarier than the unknown, and by extension, that this whole vampire pumpkin experiment wasn't scarier for failing to yield a definitive answer, just disappointing. Oh well, I'll just have to keep trying. Maybe the next full moon won't be freezing cold either, and I'll have a spookily, seasonally inappropriate update shortly before Thanksgiving. And short of that, there's always next year. One version of the legend does claim that pumpkins have to reach three years old rather than just one to become vampires anyway. So like a lost soul that just won't forsake the land of the living, the vampire pumpkin legend may never stop haunting us. OOOooohhhoooH!
In any case, happy Halloween everybody! And you can relax, the icy death wraith is gone now. ...OR IS IT!?