You walked across the road towards the grand house, darting your eyes left and right for any cars before crossing the path carefully. Open boxes laid on the grass spewed messily, commotion coming from the moving truck positioned next to the side walk though you chose to ignore the bickering sounds. Instead your gaze moved over the neighboring landscape, taking another moment to note the actual size of the house. Whoever was living here had to have at least some money.

That’s when you spotted a lawn-chair folded out with what seemed to be a prop skeleton limp on the plastic seat. It looked to be wearing clothes, a blue hoodie draped over including short basketball shorts. You mumbled to yourself questioning if Halloween had came early, not expecting a response to your remark.

However to your surprise, the “fake” skeleton opened their eye sockets with a dreary look, turning their attention towards you.

“Don’t be a jerk-o-lantern. I’m just chillin’.”

The anonymous skeleton retorted back with an almost offended expression, though still maintaining a somewhat lethargic demeanor. They stood up from the chair before shoving their hands into their hoodie pockets, standing face to face with you with what looked to be a questioning eyebrow raise.