On a dark Halloween night, under a full moon’s light, the goblins and ghouls left their tombs to join the night’s gloom. In the old Hamshire town, lived a widow named Mrs. Brown. She was known for her eccentricity and famous for her Halloween festivity. But this year, she’d announced she wouldn’t be participating in any Halloween revelry, creating quite a melancholy.
Everyone was disappointed, yet something strange started to occur. Every house started to receive spooky little treats but no one knew from where. The Halloween magic returned to Hamshire town, with witches flying and skeletons dancing all around.
In the middle of the fun, shrouded in darkness, was a figure, secretly relishing it all. Her face hidden under a hood, showed a wanting to contribute in the way only she could.
When midnight struck, a whisper revealed who’d been their luck. The whole town gasped, for there stood Mrs. Brown, dressed in a witch’s cap and gown. The widow who declared no participation was the mysterious giver of their spooky elation. The town erupted in a cheer, realizing their Halloween was saved by their dear Mrs. Brown, the Halloween queen, this year. “Minimal presence often brews the most surprises!” The whisper of the wind seemed to chime in.