On a spooky Halloween night, in the quaint little town of Spooksville, lived an eccentric old wizard. He was the kind you’d envision reading spell books, stirring brews in a cauldron and chanting incantations under the soft glow of candlelight.
He was fond of creating new spells, but a mishap occurred one day and BOOM! The magic blew out of the window while he was stirring his Halloween concoction. The spell wafted across the town, wafting and twirling, looking for a host.
As children carved menacing pumpkins and decorated their houses with cobwebs and creepy crawlers, they began to feel shivers run down their spine, a cool wind blowing past them. That’s when the spell chose its host – the carved pumpkin sitting by each doorstep.
In a flash, every pumpkin in town sprouted legs and arms, laughing eerily as they danced around the town. The townsfolk shrieked, surprised by the dancing pumpkins, their lanterns aglow with mischief.
The ghostly night ended with the wizard casting a reversal spell, turning the dancing pumpkins back to their stationary self. But every Halloween night, if you listen carefully, you might just hear a pumpkin chuckle. The dancing pumpkins had become Spooksville’s new Halloween tradition, making everyone wonder – ‘Pumpkin or poltergeist?’.