Once upon a chilling Halloween night, in a small town known as Frightville, lived a peculiar little girl named Lucy. She adored Halloween, her eyes lit up brighter than the glowing Jack-O’-Lanterns on her porch. But she had one strange trait: she could see ghosts.
Every Halloween, one cheery ghost named Casparowsky would visit, bringing prankish delight. Lucy, in her glowing pumpkin costume, chased Casparowsky around, leaving evidence of their fun in toppled over pumpkins and swung open garden gates.
This Halloween, a newcomer ghost appeared, Horrida. She scared Lucy with gloomy tales of the lost souls, making Lucy’s Halloween frantic rather than jolly. As twilight fell, Lucy felt no excitement for the night.
Then, an idea flickered. Lucy proposed a contest, the ghost with the best trick would become her forever Halloween companion. Casparowsky, known for his mischief, seemed certain to win. Yet, Horrida accepted the daring challenge.
Casparowsky soared elegantly through air, making pumpkins roll like a domino set. Horrida, uninspired, offered only a minor shriek, sending one goose bump down Lucy’s spine.
Lucy sat pondering. Clearing her throat, she declared, “The winner is… Horrida!” The ghost gasped. “Why?” she questioned, perplexed. Lucy explained, “Casparowsky, you make Halloween fun, but Horrida, you make it scary. And isn’t that what Halloween is supposed to be?” Horrida grinned, scaring away the gloom with her newfound purpose. And Halloween in Frightville was fearfully fun forevermore.