There once was a tiny town named Pumpkinville, so named for the vast pumpkin patches that blanketed the soil. Every Halloween, whispers of a pumpkin-headed specter wafted on the autumn breeze, terrifying the townsfolk.
Timmy, an audacious young lad, brimming with curiosity and fearlessness, decided this was the year he would face the alleged phantom. He promised to stay out all Halloween night, clad in his knight costume, armed with a flashlight and an oversized candy bucket.
As the moon reached its peak, a large pumpkin-headed figure materialized, emerging seamlessly from the pumpkin field. He lurched toward Timmy, who gripped his flashlight, a small gleam of fear flickering in his eyes.
Just then, a gust of wind swaggered through, knocking the pumpkin off the figure to reveal – Old Mr. Harper! The town’s dearest octogenarian stood laughing heartily, his false teeth glinting in the moonlight.
“Scared ye, didn’t I?” he cackled, offering Timmy a large pumpkin-shaped cookie. As it turns out, Mr. Harper likes Halloween even more than Timmy, and he made his name as the spook of Pumpkinville just to make the holiday a little more exciting.