It was Halloween. The crisp autumn breeze played with the swirling leaves, matching the anticipation in the air. Excited kids donned their treasured Halloween costumes: witches, skeletons, superheroes, and more, creating a magical kaleidoscope of characters.
Amidst the laughter and the crinkling of candy wrappers, there lived old Betty, who was renowned for her quirky demeanor and love of cats. Her house, at the corner of the street, was infamous for its eerie front yard: rusted gates, a misty graveyard of puppets, and crooked trees that loomed ominously, casting long, freaky shadows.
Every Halloween, Betty would disappear mysteriously. Streets turned silent, and whispers floated about her being a witch. The bravest of kids, with hearts pounding, would dare to knock at Betty’s door for candy, only to be greeted by her empty house and the chilling meow of her cats.
This year, like every other one, as the chimes struck midnight, Betty’s house was suddenly filled with light. There she was, sitting on a rocking chair, sipping her signature pumpkin latte, grinning at the terrified kids below. Then, with a wave of her hand, buckets of candy from an invisible source showered down from her balcony. And just like that, Betty disappeared again, leaving behind a Halloween mystery that would never be solved. Behind her, left on the rocking chair, was nothing but a candy wrapper, the witch’s sweet alibi!