‘Twas the night of Halloween in Sleepyville, a town known for its share of odd occurrences. This night, however, was set to become the oddest of them all.
The town centerpiece, a decrepit old mansion, long abandoned and said to be haunted by the ghost of a salty sea captain, suddenly sprung to life. Lights flickered, doors creaked, and eerie laughter echoed through the quiet streets. The townsfolk clustered in fearful huddles, terrified yet thrilled by the unusual happenings.
From deep within the mansion emerged a figure; Captain Saltbeard himself! The apparition cackled, his glowing figure swaying like a ghost ship amidst a storm. He raised his spectral hook high and bellowed, “Ye have disturbed me slumber, ye town of Scaredy-cats! Leave me mansion or face me curse!”
But, amidst the fearful gasps, one voice echoed clear and loud. Little Timmy, the milkman’s son, swallowed his fear and yelled, “This ain’t yer house, Captain! It belongs to Sleepyville now!”
Every eye turned towards Captain Saltbeard. The ghastly figure was taken aback, then started to chuckle. Finally, with a hearty laughter, he vanished, leaving behind only his voice echo, “Well played, landlubber, well played!”
And this, dear folks, is how Sleepyville got its first-ever Town Hall, and Little Timmy became the Mayor. Halloween, after all, is full of surprises!