Once upon a time, in the small town of Thornfield, legend tells of an old estate that comes alive every Halloween. The town folks claimed, eerie voices echoed through its desolate halls, and phantom flickers tinkered in its hollow windows.
Every All Hallows’ Eve, the bravest children ventured towards the mansion in hopes of catching glimpse of the rumored specter. Despite the chills prickling their spines and the bone-chilling wind nipping at their faces, they pressed on. Armed with excitement, curiosity, and a bit of rebellious spirit, they stood before the daunting, creaky structure.
Just as they were about to chickened out, a sudden bright light radiating from a window beckoned them closer. Inside stood a specter grinning ear to eerie ear, juggling glowing orbs.
But the wind didn’t freeze with fear, it erupted in laughter! The ‘ghost’, upon closer inspection, was none other than Old Man Jenkins, the town eccentric. His pale chalked face, draped sheets, and natural talent for theatrics had fueled the phantom myth for years. In his hands were juggling crystal balls, a mysterious talent of his that caused the glowing orbs in the window.
Halloween in Thornfield was never spooky, but it’s sure filled with sweet surprises and delightful old pranksters!