Once upon a time, in a quiet little town known as Blimber, children were filled with excitement as they prepared for a traditional game of trick-or-treat. Legend spoke of a mysterious old house at the end of the lane, owned by a hermit known as Old Mr. Spooks, whose real name was lost in time.
Every Halloween, a brave soul would venture to Old Mr. Spooks’s house, hoping to return with stories of terrifying encounters and bravery. Although, nobody ever succeeded. This year, little 8-year-old Sally decided to test her mettle against the infamous house of horrors.
As Sally walked up the creaky steps, the door creaked open. She was met with a dark, gloomy hallway that smelled of old newspapers and dust. She mustered up all the courage, pushed through her fear, and shouted, “Trick or Treat!” into the eerie silence.
After agonizing seconds, a chute popped open, dropping a handful of candy into her bag. Disoriented, she realized Mr. Spooks wasn’t as spooky after all. She grinned and ran out shouting, “It’s a treat, not a trick!”
In the shadows, Old Mr. Spooks chuckled tenderly, “Happy Halloween, young braves of Blimber.”