For the ones who know spooky season never really ends.
He's thrilled to see you, and he wants your rings. This chalk-white ghost rises out of a shallow round dish with both hands flung up mid-boo, a pair of glowering black eyes, and a lopsided fanged grin painted in by hand.
The bowl he's guarding holds a pool of recycled glass, melted down in the kiln and crackled as it cooled into chunky, faceted shards that catch the light like broken ice. No two pools crack the same way, so this one is his alone. Set him by the door for keys, on the dresser for jewelry, or anywhere a little mischief would help.
