Every Halloween, in the small town of Pumpkin Grove, mysterious happenings would arise.
A hefty scarecrow named Harold, positioned right in the center of the old Anderson’s field, would chuckle.
Yes, you heard it right – he used to laugh, or so the children claimed!
The adults, of course, shrugged it off as simple Halloween gags and pranks.
That was until last Halloween night.
Amidst the eerie darkness, Harold’s silhouette seemed to be missing.
The town froze, as a deep, ghoulish laughter filled the air.
There was no denying it; the laughter echoed from every corner and struck fear into the bravest hearts.
Suddenly, some children yelled, finding Harold casually strolling down Main Street.
Grownups couldn’t believe their eyes, but there he was, the scarecrow, marching and laughing.
As the clock struck midnight, Harold stopped laughing and…turned into a pile of pumpkins.
The town heaved a sigh of relief, chalking the event as a bizarre Halloween miracle.
The next morning, where Harold once stood, was now the largest pumpkin the town had ever seen.
From that day forth, Pumpkin Grove was known for having the most bountiful pumpkin patch – thanks to a wandering scarecrow and the spookiest, most magical Halloween anyone could possibly have.