In the murky depths of All Hallows’ Eve, in the quaint town of Changeville, lived Bob, the “ghoulishly” good baker. His famous pumpkin pies were the talk of the town, each slice a delicious delight of autumnal warmth. But there was a secret to Bob’s perfect pies, a secret that made them finger-licking good.
In his shadowy kitchen, beneath the twinkling candy corn lights, Bob used his grandmother’s ancient recipe, each Halloween. The same routine, the same creaking oven, and that same unnerving antique hat stand that stared from the corner of the room.
One Halloween night, as the townsfolk waited impatiently for a taste of heavenly pie, the stand cast an unusually long, spectral shadow. Undeterred, Bob shoveled the pie mixture into a crust, slipped it into the oven, and waited for its transformation. Simultaneously, the hat stand began to twitch, twirl, and…POOF! It vanished.
Out came the pie, radiating an uncanny glamor. On serving, to their surprise, the folks found the hat stand, now tiny and edible, atop each slice! They shared a good laugh, declaring it his best creation yet. From then onward, Bob was no longer just a baker, he was Bob, the “baker of bewitching bites”.