The street hums with October’s glow, jack-o’-lanterns flickering like watchful eyes while paper ghosts sway in the breeze. At the end of the lane, Margaret’s house looms—its porch crowded with crooked pumpkins and lanterns that burn too brightly. Inside, decorations stir: a witch’s broom scratches across the floorboards, a vampire’s shadow glides against the wall, and a skeleton’s laugh rattles through the parlor. The house breathes Halloween, its every corner alive with enchantment as dusk settles over the neighborhood.