Five little ghosts in ragged white sheets stand in a row across a dry, tawny field, linked hand to hand. Two glowing jack-o'-lanterns hang between them, their orange light spilling onto the pale cloth.

Above them, heavy grey-violet clouds churn around a full moon ringed in amber, while bare trees stand at the edges. Thick, dragged strokes and a fine network of cracks give the surface the look of an old oil painting.