Nothing says “scary”, old-school Mikey Myers style – rip a scream from yo’ ass, y’all be runnin’ down the street witchoo arms wavin’ – like a bad ass jack-o’-lantern.
For best results, might I recommend the following:
(1) carve the said gourd according to the complicated plans of an adamant six year old about three or four weeks too early;
(2) leave the bellicose fruit in an uncovered area, where it will be terrifyingly unprotected from the rain;
(3) apply no preservatives, lacquers, veneers or any other terror-reducing protective coating to the interior surface of the totem;
(4) allow neighbourhood squirrels to gnaw away randomly at the eye-holes and other orifices of the diseased squash;
(5) wait patiently for the inexorable march of organic chemsitry; and
(6) cover your eyes or prepare to scream, ’cause you now have – a BARFING PUMPKIN.