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Two little seeds, glowing with a faint ember-like light, seemed to be looking back at me. “You’re trying for ‘menacing,’ but right now it’s giving ‘mildly distressed,’” the pumpkin critiqued. “You need to commit.” “You’re… talking,” I said, brilliantly. “And you’re stating the obvious. It’s a stellar combination. Now, about my smile. Can we make it more of a smirk? I don’t want to look too eager to devour souls. It’s gauche.” Shaken, but also a little impressed by its vocabulary, I adjusted the mouth. “Like this?” “Perfect! Now, a name. You shall call me… Sir Reginald Gourd the Third.” “I’m not calling you that.” “Fine. Reg. Now, light me up. We have work to do.” I placed a tea light inside him, and his whole face glowed with a sinister, yet somehow smug, light. That’s when the real trouble began. The doorbell rang. It was a horde of tiny superheroes and princesses. “Trick or treat!” they squealed. I reached for the bowl of candy, but before I could grab a handful, Reg’s voice boomed from the windowsill, magically amplified. “HALT, MORTAL YOUNGLINGS!” The children froze, their eyes wide. “You seek the saccharine tribute? You must first prove your worth! Answer my riddle: I have a heart that does not beat. I have a home but no street. I can be cracked, but I cannot cry. What am I?” A little Spider-Man looked at me, then back at the pumpkin. “…A nut?” “A NUT?!” Reg screeched. “IS MY FACE NOT A CLUE? I AM A PUMPKIN, YOU IMBECILE! NOW BEGONE FROM MY LAWN!” The children shrieked and scattered, one of them dropping his entire bucket in his panic. “Reg!” I hissed. “You can’t do that! You traumatized them!” “Pish-posh,” he sniffed. “I’ve weeded out the unworthy. The candy is ours now. And speaking of which, I’ll take the Reese’s.” For the next hour, Reg critiqued every costumed visitor. He told a group of teenagers dressed as zombies that their makeup was “uninspired and derivative.” He asked a little girl dressed as a ghost if her sheet was “pre-ironed or just tragically casual.” He reduced a full-grown man in a very convincing Frankenstein’s monster costume to tears by pointing out a loose stitch on his shoulder. My doorstep was a ghost town. My candy bowl was still full, save for the three Reese’s cups Reg had somehow telekinetically consumed. “This has to stop,” I said, picking him up. “You’re a public nuisance.” “I am an artiste!” he argued. “A gatekeeper of quality! You should be thanking me! I’ve saved you a fortune in candy!” I was about to douse his candle when the real problem arrived. Not a trick-or-treater. A tall, gaunt man in an impeccably black suit stood at my gate. He had no costume, but he was the scariest thing I’d seen all night. The air grew cold, and the floorboard whimpered, “Oh no, it’s the landlord.” The man pointed a long, pale finger at Reg. “That entity is not on the lease,” he said, his voice like the sound of a tombstone sliding shut. “Unauthorized spiritual manifestations are a clear violation of clause 7-B.” My blood ran cold. It was Mr. Hargrove, the building manager. And he was right. “See?” Reg whispered, his light flickering nervously. “This is why you read the fine print.” “I… I can explain,” I stammered. “There is no explanation,” Mr. Hargrove intoned, taking a step forward. “The entity must be… evicted.” This was it. I was going to be kicked out because of a sassy pumpkin. I looked at Reg, his smug smirk now looking more like a grimace of fear. He was a nightmare, but he was my nightmare. Suddenly, I had an idea. A stupid, brilliant, Halloween idea. “He’s not a manifestation!” I blurted out. “He’s… my guest! For the party!” Mr. Hargrove stopped. “Party?” “Yes! A… a tenant appreciation party! Reg was just helping me hand out candy! He’s part of the entertainment! See?” I gestured to the full bowl of candy. “We’ve been so busy entertaining, we haven’t even had a chance to give it all away! Here, have some!” I shoved the entire bowl into Mr. Hargrove’s skeletal hands. He looked down at the multi-colored wrappers, then up at me. A long, silent moment passed. I could hear Reg’s internal candle sizzling with tension. Then, a miracle. The corner of Mr. Hargrove’s mouth twitched. It might have been a smile. It might have been a muscle spasm. He slowly reached into the bowl and pulled out a single, fun-sized Snickers. “Very well,” he rasped. “Tenant appreciation is… acceptable. But keep the noise down.” He turned and glided back into the darkness, the candy bowl still in his grasp. I slumped against the doorframe, my heart pounding. I looked at Reg. He was silent for a full minute. “Well,” he finally said, his voice back to its normal squeaky smugness. “That was a close one. You owe me for that Snickers, by the way. I had my eye on it.” I picked him up and carried him inside. “You’re compost tomorrow, Reg.” “You say that,” he chuckled, his ember-eyes winking. “But you know you’ll miss me. Besides, I saw a Christmas tree in a catalog. We have so much to discuss about tinsel. So. Much.”

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