Once upon a time in the cozy town of Dunkirk, lived an oddball, Quincy. Unlike others, he adored his warped, ancient house, notorious for being haunted. Every Halloween, he’d host the wildest and spookiest parties.
One Halloween night, Quincy threw another of his infamous costume shindigs. As midnight struck, everyone, enthralled in merry chaos, failed to notice the chandelier’s eerie, rhythmic sway. Suddenly, cold gusts whipped masks off faces, drinks splattered, and manic laughter echoed around. Bemused, everyone thought it was Quincy’s prank, crediting him with truly outdoing himself this year.
Ill-prepared for battling spirits, Quincy revealed he was innocent. Half-exhilarated, half-terrified guests, chose to huddle together. They witnessed the chandelier’s glowing bulbs flicker off, one by one, plunging the house into utter darkness.
A deafening silence hung heavy in the room. Out of nowhere, a throaty chuckle shivered their spines. Suddenly, lights flickered back revealing, sitting atop the chandelier, an old man dressed in a vintage butler attire, a name tag reading ‘Alfred – Truly at your service, since 1820’.
And that, my dear friends, is how Quincy got talked into having a real ghost, Alfred, spook his Halloween shenanigans every year since, etching Dunkirk’s myth in wickedly fun Halloween lore.