He carved and lit Pumpkins along his path, raising souls and death to put upon his creations.
His purpose remains unknown.

On eerie nights shrouded in fog, when the moon is nowhere to be found, a dishevelled silhouette, draped in ragged clothes and a witch's hat, shall emerge, carrying a staff where candles rest.
Upon closer look, its head emerged, not of human nor dead, instead that of a Jack O'Lantern.