The candlelight burned bright behind the empty eyes of the hollow pumpkin, its fixed grimace of a smile gleefully egging the lust-filled teenagers on.

The candlelight shone on sweat-soaked skin, gleaming off wet folds of flesh explored by eager tongues, insistent fingers, and a proud, taut cock.

The candlelight shone brightly in the darkness, a beacon in the black, bringing forth creatures of the night. Winged beasts, multi-legged crawlers, and those shaped like men.

The candlelight flickered and danced in the pumpkin head. It caught the frantic stare of wild-eyed fear. It glistened off the knife as it fell.