There, in a wall just to the side in the foyer, she swore she saw a flickering light. She creeped closer, her head tilted in curiosity. She hoofed the wall and it gave a little. Surprised, she moved it with her magic and nearly the entire wall came away. It was longer than it was broad, and she let out a yelp of surprise at what she saw. An image of a smiling face with sharp teeth and sharp eyes was imposed on the wall of the revealed crawlspace. She caught her breath and looked down at the pumpkin the light came from. It was cut out and emptied with a candle placed inside, the carving on the pumpkin’s far side showing the face on the wall. That didn’t concern her nearly as much as what was carved into the pumpkin facing her. Six simple words, carved out crudely at sharp angles in plain Equestrian.