Maxine Kemp paused, the chill seeping through her gloves as she traced the eye sockets of the skull. Halloween night demanded authenticity, and this prop felt…right. She’d found it discarded near the old watchtower—a perfect centerpiece for her annual autumnal display. A flicker from the tower's fire caught her eye; a single, warm light against the encroaching darkness. It wasn't part of the planned decorations, but somehow, it added to the scene's unsettling beauty. Maxine smiled faintly, adjusting the skull’s position amongst the fallen leaves. This year’s display would be unforgettable.