Once in the tiny town of Oglethorpe, there laid a peculiar pumpkin patch. In this patch, sat one solitary pumpkin, plump and absolutely radiant against the autumn’s cloudy canvas. And the unusual thing about this pumpkin? It moved a smidgen each Halloween to a different part of the patch.
One Halloween, Timmy, the spirited neighborhood kid, decided to adopt this peculiar pumpkin. He carved a crooked smile and two bright eyes, set the pumpkin by the window, and it began to glow under the moon’s light.
In the dead of night, Timmy awoke to his door creaking open. To his surprise, the once peculiar pumpkin, now sat at the foot of his bed, its crooked smile illuminating his room with an eerie glow. Startled, Timmy screamed, and the pumpkin rolled back towards the window.
Breaking dawn, Timmy, with eyes round as saucers, realized his pumpkin was gone! He dashed to the patch, only to find his peculiar pumpkin, now a regular pumpkin in its usual spot. Now, here comes the twist in the tale.
From that year forward, every Halloween, it was not the peculiar pumpkin that moved. Oh, no! It was Timmy’s bed that would mysteriously move inch by inch closer to the pumpkin patch. And the peculiar pumpkin? It wore a rather luminous, devilishly crooked smile. Happy Halloween!