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Once upon a time, in the sleepiest corner of Creepville, there stood a mansion shrouded in an unnatural gloom, known as Shadow House. Every Halloween, its spirit, the playful prankster Ghostie, would haunt the town.
On one such night, as children scoured the neighborhood for candy, Ghostie decided to have some fun. He seized a pumpkin and – poof – turned it into a whirling, twirling, grinning Jack-o’-lantern that danced throughout Creepville: through the lanes, round the bends, past shrieking youngsters and startled adults.
Hours passed, the pumpkin continued its thrilling dance of mischief. The town buzzed with whispering folks, their eyes wide with disbelief. When the Jack-o’-lantern finally paused, resting on the doorstep of Shadow House, the gathered crowd gasped.
Ghostie appeared, a roguish, semi-transparent smile on his face. ‘Happy Halloween, Creepville. Your treat lies inside this enchanted pumpkin!’, he proclaimed, vanishing into thin air.
One courageous lad approached hesitantly and reached into the pumpkin. He drew out a note, and it read, ‘THE REAL TREAT IS FRIENDSHIP AND BRAVERY. THIS TALE WILL REMAIN ETERNAL IN CREEPVILLE.’ That’s how Ghostie’s spirit turned Halloween from an annual fright to Creepville’s beloved tradition of camaraderie and courage.
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