Once upon a time, in the small town of Dreary Hollow, where eerie occurrences were as common as morning coffee, lived ten-year-old Billie, a prodigal interpreter of ghost speak. As Halloween approached, the ghosts became chattier. Billie gleefully soaked up their apparitional anecdotes, like potions in a cauldron.
Among the unearthly voices, one came forth, insisting on wearing a Mr. Dover’s coat. Billie was puzzled, for Mr. Dover, the town’s grumpy tailor, was very much alive. Nevertheless, she obediently fetched the coat.
And so came the much awaited Halloween night. Billie watched as the small invisible entity donned Mr. Dover’s coat. Soon, the coat spoke, swirling with spectral energy, revealing that Mr. Dover was once a fair, kind man who was cursed into becoming grumpy by an evil witch.
The very next morning, something miraculous happened. Mr. Dover had transformed overnight! The kindest, cheeriest man to have ever set foot in Dreary Hollow!
And the surprise, my dear readers, is for the first time in forever, Halloween didn’t end with a scare, but with a town full of laughter and a ghost freed from its curse, last seen floating away, dropping one last ghostly giggle into the crisp autumn air.