Once upon a Halloween night, in a small town called Swearsville, everyone was busy preparing for the annual Jack O’ Lantern contest. There’s a legend, whispered among the townsfolk, about a pumpkin ghost residing in Swearsville, guarding the very spirit of Halloween.
Timmy, a curious seven-year-old, decided to find the legendary pumpkin ghost. He tottered around the town square, inspecting every pumpkin with his mini flashlight and magnifying glass. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Just as he was about to give up, he saw a pumpkin glowing mysteriously at a shadowy corner. There it was, the pumpkin ghost, with two spirited fiendish eyes and a wicked smile. It wasn’t horrifying, but rather mesmerizingly eerie.
Summoning all his courage, Timmy approached and cautiously asked, “Are you the protector of Halloween?” He was met with a silence so thick it seemed to have a presence of its own.
“I’m the heart of Halloween,” the pumpkin ghost boomed suddenly, its voice echoing around the square. With that, the ghost vanished, leaving behind a small, golden pumpkin-seed. Timmy picked it up, surprised.
Many years later, Timmy is still winning the annual contest with pumpkins grown from that seed. The pumpkin ghost’s spirit, it seems, had found a new protector, in a small boy who dared to believe.