Closing Night Ghost Story

Coming indoors from the brisk market street as night fell, I scampered straight over to the dark brick hearth to stage our grand spooky finale! Resting on the stone mantle sat a battery-operated LED pillar candle beside an old decorative ceramic pumpkin bowl. Gripping the candle's smooth faux-wax cylinder with both paws, I dragged it right between two brass andirons on the raised hearth. With a hearty showman's nudge of my thumb against the underside toggle, a warm, flickering amber glow instantly bathed the brickwork in theatrical haunted shadows! I hooked my thumbs into my yellow vest, let out a dramatic, ghostly chuckle, and tipped my brown derby brim into the eerie spotlight!