My jack-o-lantern is carved out according to what the knife decides. The knife seems to be possessed and takes on an aggressive spirit from unknown places. That spirit wields the knife with direction and force. It overpowers anything I might have in mind and takes on all responsibility for the carving. When it is all said and done, my hands are covered with goo, seeds and sticky yuk. I have no clue as to what has happened and I feel as if I have been left in a fog. Halloween is freaky and it happens every year like that.