"My feeling exactly." he replied. The sun dipped lower, the sky going from orange to soft purple to deep dark black. The moon rose high into the sky. He leaned his umbrella against a tree and pulled off both his gloves, tucking them into his front jacket pocket. He turned to face the forest, rubbing his hands together. "If I'm going to unmask this monster, first I'll need to do some landscaping!"

As he rubbed his hands together they started to give off an eerie green glow as something like a see-through liquid began to float up off of them and waft lazily about the treetops. He pulled his hands apart and spread them wide, the stuff now gushing out between them like fog. For a brief moment the cloud seems to coalesce into the shape of a clattering skull, then the man slams his hands into the ground and pumps the stuff into the earth. 

The effect is instantaneous. Long green vines burst forth from the pumpkin seeds he'd scattered earlier, winding their way across the ground sprouting orange gourds, bug and small as they went. Some of the vines wound their way up the trees, depositing pumpkins high on their branches. The trees themselves began to shake, becoming twistier, more old and gnarled if that were even possible. Every knot became part of a face, every crack and cranny a line of jagged teeth, every branch a grasping claw. The pumpkins began to stretch and squash, ripping open mouth and eyes in comically ghoulish configurations. There was no pulp inside, however, merely a solidly burning flame of the same eerie color as the strange substance the had birthed them.

He lifted his hands up off the ground and placed them on his knees, breathing in and out deeply and deliberately. The whole patch of trees was now positively haunted, but was oddly more illuminated now by the green light given off by the Jack-O-Lanterns. A thick fog, like that caused by dry ice mixed with water, drifted over the forest floor in a milky soup that came up to your ankles. Nothing moved, but somewhere off in the distance a lonesome howl rang out over the forest.

"That always happens." He said breathlessly. "There isn't a wolf." He pulled himself up to his feet to admire his work with pride. "The don't call me Baron Halloween for nothing. Normally it would take days of work to get it to this state, but I've been marinating those seeds for a while now in case I needed something like this on the double." He wiped the excess green stuff from his hands, it lazily listing away to join the blanket of fog, and re-gloved.