“Nightmare Night...” he murmured to himself while cleaning out the gourd and dumping its contents in a corner of the loft to rot. He hummed the playful tune to himself, smiling wickedly as he figured out how to turn even that innocent little jingle to his malicious ends. He finished up his carving of the pumpkin as he gathered up some goods from around the loft. The linens would be very useful to soften his footfalls on the mezzanine below, placing them on the floor. He found, of all things, a long thin chain, and in a fit of inspiration, connected it to the bottom of his witch torch. He also found a box of candles. Not believing his luck, he took them and decided to make use of the candle stands he had found about the house.