Ghostie
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The dim barn interior is lined with rows of meticulously arranged wooden shelves, each shelf groaning under the weight of myriad pumpkins. The pumpkins vary in size and color; some are a vibrant orange with sporadic green patches, while others are stark white or dark green, merging into a dark brown. A select few emit an eerie luminescence, casting soft, ghostly glows onto the shelf wood and surrounding pumpkins. Others are twisted into grotesque shapes, with surfaces that bulge and twist unnaturally, as if contorted by some internal struggle.In the center of the collection, atop an elevated pedestal, stands the black pumpkin. Its surface is unnaturally smooth and polished, with red veins pulsating dimly, creating the illusion of a living, breathing entity. The black pumpkin’s surface absorbs the surrounding light, making it appear as if it is the source of the barn’s dimness.Horace Swindley, a Caucasian man with a pallid complexion, is in the middle of placing the enigmatic black pumpkin on its pedestal. His wiry frame is slightly hunched, suggesting years of toil and weariness. He is wearing faded overalls, stained with dirt and remnants of pumpkin flesh, over a worn, checkered flannel shirt. His hands are calloused and marked with scars, evidence of years dedicated to his peculiar craft. His graying hair is disheveled, partly concealed beneath a tattered brown cap. His sunken blue eyes, though weary, hold a sheen of obsessive determination, focused entirely on the task at hand. The ambient light catches the tired lines on his face, highlighting the stories etched into his skin by years of tireless work.The barn’s wood interior has a timeworn, rustic appearance, with beams and planks showing signs of age and use, their rich brown tones rendered darker by the subdued lighting. Shadows from the variously shaped and sized pumpkins play against the walls, creating a tapestry of eerie, twisted forms. The dim light filtering through small windows high up on the barn's walls adds to the sense of mystery and foreboding, illuminating dust particles that float lazily in the air.