Once upon a chilling Halloween evening, in the wee hours of the dark, a gruff voice echoed from a crooked old house at the end of Elm Street. The terrors locked within this menacing house sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to pass. Its sole inhabitant, a cantankerous old man, Mr. Throgmorton, was deemed a haunting hermit by the town.
Never leaving his lair except on Halloween, when he adorned a vest overfilled with jingling coin pouches, he was the source of countless mysterious tales. His house dubbed ‘The Pumpkin Palace’, was a menacing dwelling brightened only with countless glow-in-the-dark pumpkins.
This Halloween was no different. Mr. Throgmorton stood at his gate, waggling a gnarled finger, encouraging any brave soul to approach. One by one, children reluctantly approached but left with twinkling eyes, grinning as they clutched a piece of the tempting candy.
A plot soon unfolded. Unbeknownst to the town, Mr. Throgmorton had not been a hermit all these years but a confectioner. His coins were not just coins—they were candy coins, a perfect blend of sweetness and surprise. Who knew? The haunted house on Elm Street was nothing more than a fantastical Halloween Candy Emporium!