In a small town, nestled between dense, haunting forests lived an old lady named Martha. Tradition held she was a witch, stirring eerie brews under the ghostly glow of the full moon.
Each Halloween, a brave kid was chosen by the townsfolk to knock on her door and request candy. This year, little Timmy was assigned the daunting task.
As Halloween approached, Timmy, terrified yet resolute, practiced his best candy-pleading smile. Dressed as a diminutive Dracula for added courage, he stumbled forward on the spook-filled night and knocked timidly on Martha’s eerily illuminated door.
Martha, a petite, hunched woman with twinkling eyes, answered. “Are you here for…candy?” she cackled ominously. Timmy nodded, ready to bolt.
“Very well,” she grinned, “Your bag please.” Timmy, trembling, handed over his candy bag. Then to his surprise, Martha proceeded to load it with the most delicate handmade sweets, his favorite caramel apples and even an invitation for a guided tour of her sweet making process the next day.
Thus, the town realized, Martha may well be a witch but she was not the wicked kind they had imagined. She was, instead, the magical kind, whose spell was woven out of unwavering kindness and delicious treats!