The Nightmare King

I was strung up high on a stick, I was once human, but... who was I? My clothes suggest that I was some noble man, but I can barely see with this pumpkin sitting on my head. As I begun to remove the pumpkin off of my head I froze. The pumpkin fell from my grasp. I trembled as I traced my fingers along the sides of my face, the smooth ivory of my bones reflected off of the moon light and as I traced each fascial detail, each curve and each dip I realized I was no longer human... I was dead.