Once upon a midnight dreary, in a picturesque town named Caesier’s Crossing, there lived an eccentric old crone known as Witch Windel. Unsuspecting townsfolk would often find peculiar artifacts lingering on their doorsteps. “Windel’s way of trick or treat,” they’d quip, with nervous laughter.
Windel’s favorite month was October, of course, when she could freely indulge her eccentric mumblings without raising an eyebrow. But even then, strange things happened on Halloween nights that people tended to shrug off as “Witch Windel’s Halloween charm”.
One Halloween night, Windel, feeling especially vivid, decided to gift each household a spooky carved pumpkin. The town went to bed, expectant of a harmless prank. Waking up to a sea of pumpkins, they found Windel’s house deserted and witch-less.
Legend says, every Halloween, Windel returns to her old town, inhabiting the gifted pumpkin of one lucky (or unlucky, if you’re not into witch roommates) house. The town waits in anticipation, wondering whose turn it’ll be this year. As the ominous echo of the witch’s cackle can be heard fading into the twilight of All Hallows’ Eve.
And remember, dear reader, before you scorn the “treat” left on your porch, beware, for you never know when your pumpkin might wink back, whispering “Happy Halloween, see you next year!”.