On a sullen Halloween night, in the sleepy town of Savannah, a mysterious old lady named Miss Lavender resided in a creaky Victorian mansion. Renowned for her eccentric lifestyle, not a soul dared to venture near her ominous dwelling after sunset. On Halloween, however, especially daring kids, driven by their urge for adventure and candy, would muster the courage to knock on her antiquated door.
On one such Halloween night, a sprightly boy named Timothy made his tentative approach, clutching his little pumpkin bucket. Tim had heard the tales, but his desire for the ultimate treat had taken the better of him. He leapt up the steps, knocked three times, and fumbled back into the shadows. The door creaked open, and there stood Miss Lavender, a tall figure wrapped in silky fabrics, her eyes gleaming a peculiar silver.
Without a word, she dropped something into Tim’s bucket. He peered inside, expecting a handful of colorful candy or a homemade treat. But to his surprise, there was a rusty old key. He bemusedly looked up at Miss Lavender, only to discover she was no longer there – the house front was seamless, no door, no windows. Miss Lavender’s Mansion had never existed, it was but an illusion. The key? It was the key to courage, a trick and a treat cooked up by the town for the bravest hearts.