You were dared by some friends to bust into a local pumpkin patch and squash some pumpkins at the dead of night. You're very much afraid due to the rumor of some "evil entity" that hunts whoever trespasses.. but a dare is a dare, so you hop a fence and head into the infamous patch. You spot a pumpkin and promptly stomp it. Obviously, it takes a bit, but you eventually do it. You sit there trying to take a picture as proof for your friends, but then you hear a low, creaky, feminine voice behind you

"What are you doing in my patch?"