Tonight at the tiny haunted craft store:

The pumpkins arranged themselves by how hollow they sounded when gently tapped. The ceramic one produced a very clear ding.

“Music lessons,” he said.

Everyone accepted this. He has now been asked to accompany the autumn choir.

Meanwhile, the skeletons furnished the conservatory with a single enormous fern. They can no longer enter, but enjoy looking at it through the windows.

The moth tested a candle-shaped lamp and wrote “yes, but suspicious.”

Under his weighted blanket, the ghost raised one corner to request that choir practice happen somewhere else