Around a bonfire, late one Halloween night, children huddled, wrapped in woolen blankets. From nowhere, down the road, there sauntered a mysterious stranger. Dressed in a hat, with a toothy grin, his eyes gleamed brighter than the fire themselves.
“Spellbinding stories I have, who’s prepared for a spine-chilling ride?” he hollered. Greeted by curious faces, the stranger began.
“In this very town, many years ago, there stood a manor. Infamous for its eerie demeanor, it was home to Cordelia, a silent maiden with hauntingly beautiful eyes. Every night, minions from the underworld would rise, to seek Cordelia’s fellowship, yet she never flinched.
One Halloween, lightning cracked, the mansion’s old oak door creaked open, and Cordelia was never seen again. Rumors spread – she was now ruling the underworld. Until this day, anyone who dares to venture into the forsaken manor, disappears.”
With the end of his tale, the stranger vanished, leaving behind just the echo of his laughter. Suddenly, the oldest among them, with trembling voice, pointed towards the hill. There, caught in the shadow of the moon, stood the infamous manor. And at that moment, the old oak door creaked open, revealing Cordelia’s hauntingly beautiful eyes. Halloween was absolute.