A gently spooky ghost in a crooked black witch hat lifts a small brass candlestick, its tiny flame casting a warm amber halo into the surrounding dark. The soft cream sheet falls in long, loosely trailing folds that catch the candlelight.

The brushwork is thick and buttery in the drapery and thin and dragged in the espresso-brown background, with edges that fade into deep shadow. It reads like an antique oil painting: quiet, nostalgic and a little whimsical.