In a quaint village, with the charm of faded autumn leaves, there lived a broomstick called Beryl. Beryl wasn’t your average broomstick. Each Halloween, Beryl sprang to life, sweeping away anything gloomy, replacing it with pure Halloween cheer.
This particular Halloween, Beryl noticed young Tommy cowering in fear. Tommy was anxiously looking at the haunted house at the end of the street, fabled to have a monstrous ghost.
“I’m too scared to trick or treat there,” whispered Tommy to his little black cat, Soot. Beryl, empathizing, decided to help.
Underneath the pale glow of the full moon, Beryl swept Tommy and Soot straight towards the haunted house. But instead of a terrifying specter, all they met was an elderly man, Mr. Jenkins, living alone and forgotten.
Unbeknown to the village, the shroud of mystery around Mr. Jenkins was fabricated by him to attract visitors. “Sometimes, a ghost story fetches more visitors than a lonely old man,” he admitted with a chuckle.
And so, the Halloween spook turned into unexpected cheer, with them laughing away the ‘haunting’ over candy corn and caramel apples. From then on, Tommy visited Mr. Jenkins regularly, not fearing ghosts but fearing loneliness. Oh, and Beryl? Well, Beryl stayed propped against the wall, ready for next Halloween’s adventure.