It was Halloween night in the small town of Solitude. As the moon cast long eerie shadows, the funniest of the town’s goblins, Charlie, was preparing for his favorite holiday. Unlike other goblins, Charlie didn’t care for the creeping and crawling; he found laughter to be the spookiest potion.
He decided to host a Jack-o-Lantern contest, chuckling at the chaos he was about to cause. Word spread like a witch on a broomstick; every goblin and witch lined up, each brandishing their spoookiest pumpkin. There was hushed excitement as Charlie paced up and down the carvings, making lightly terrifying jokes to lighten the mood.
Just as Charlie was about to announce the winner, he tripped over his long goblin shoes, and crashed head-on into the most alarming pumpkin. The crowd exploded in laughter, and the pumpkin’s sinister grin seemed to wink at the crowd. Embarrassed, Charlie jumped up, dusted himself off, and laughed along, true to his spirit.
“And the winner is…” Charlie gestured towards the wrecked pumpkin, now hilariously squashed, “…me!”. Everyone laughed out loudest, and the rest of the Halloween night echoed with cheerful banter. Given Charlie’s charming spirit, the scariest night wasn’t so scary anymore, it was just ‘Charlie’s Nightmare’!
And that’s why, dear reader, in the small town of Solitude, they still say that the true spirit of Halloween is not the spookiest, but the funniest pumpkin in the patch.