The Cauldron
Traci brought the freshly carved Jack o' lantern out of the house. She set it upon the railing at the edge of the deck. She moved the bowl of candy to the small table beside the steps. Turning the Jack o' Lantern so that it fully faced the driveway, she paused to admire her handwork. She adjusted her witches hat and her black skirt, being careful not to knock off her fake fingernails. She was ready for the trick-or-treaters.
Her father was preparing a fire bowl further back on the deck. Suddenly there was cackling laughter behind her. She started and sighed, glaring at the source. Hanging from the fence at the deck's edge was a creepy mechanical grim reaper that cackled, lit up, and shook whenever there was movement nearby. She hated it, but her father enjoyed how it scared the other kids when they came up the side stairs to get their treats. She swiped at its tattered robe and stuck her tongue out at it. The reaper shook its scythe in mock menace.