Once there was a young boy named Charlie. He lived in a remote town famous for its mysterious Halloween curse. Every 31st, a pumpkin-headed ghost was rumored to walk the sleepy streets, looking for a playmate.
Charlie dismissed the tale as simply, “folk bunkum” and boldly decided to venture out alone on Halloween night. Clad in his yellow raincoat, he roamed the quiet streets, flashlight in his hand, courage in his heart.
An icy wind blew making eerie rustling noises in the dead leaves. Suddenly, in the ring of his flashlight, he spotted the pumpkin-headed ghost! Terrified, he dropped his flashlight and ran, leaving a gasping ghost behind.
Charlie didn’t stop running until he was safely at home. He bolted the door shut, convinced he’d cheated fate. But just then, something rattled in his pocket.
Summoning his remaining courage, he reached into his pocket and found…his prized rubber ducky. Shocked, he laughed. It was not the pumpkin headed ghost he’d run away from, but his own, long lost toy he had seen through the dropped flashlight!
Thus, Charlie’s fear unknowingly solved the mystery of his missing rubber ducky, putting a fun twist to the bewildering Halloween of his small town.