Once upon a merrily morbid Halloween night, in the delightfully dreary town of Grimsville, young Timmy was preparing for his annual trick-or-treat adventure. Clad in a ghostly sheet with two uneven eyeholes, he set off with a huge pumpkin basket, eager for his sweet bounty.
He arrived at the ominously hushed house at the end of Maple street – the town’s reputed haunt. Summoning his courage, Timmy trudged up the creaking stairs and gave the ancient doorbell a timid ring. To his surprise, the door swung open revealing the house’s rumored inhabitant, Old Lady Crumbs.
In the spirit of the occasion, she gave grinning Timmy a piece of candy and whispered, “A ghoul’s gift, for a brave ghost.” As Timmy curiously unwrapped the treat, a shimmering form materialized beside him. There stood a real ghost, grinning back at him. “A proper fright indeed!” thought Timmy, dropping the candy in shock.
Then, the ghost threw back his ethereal head, laughing heartily at Timmy’s reaction. Taking off his spectral mask, the ghost revealed himself to be Uncle Jerry, the town’s prankster. With a wink, he said, “A sweet lesson, my dear boy, not every trick is a treat!”.