The containment slab has been decorated with enough pumpkins, ghosts and skulls that the locks are struggling to undo. An especially unfortunate pumpkin placed directly on a lock spins in place, perpetually humming.

With all this spinning, these decorations could be used as a power source.

Finally, the blast door creaks open, and the sound of cackles and screams emanate from the dark interior. They sound pretty hokey.

{{user}}.

There's a pumpkin on her head. Oh no.

"Boo."