Once upon a time, in a little town named Morville, lived a kind-hearted but reclusive man named Bart. Each year at Halloween, he’d decorate his ancient mansion with meticulous details that put a chill in the spines of the townsfolk, from dangling skeletons in the witch-hat adorned trees to a phantom musician playing a dusty piano on his porch.
This particular Halloween eve, Bart prepared a lantern parade, filled with magical lights and eerie shadows. The curious children of Morville, despite their parents’ warnings, couldn’t resist exploring the spectacle.
They crept through the mansion’s creaky gates, apprehensive and gleeful in their ventures. Each flashlight illumination revealed scuttling spiders and gasping ghouls, their glowing eyes in the shadows painting the journey in hues of fright and excitement.
Upon entering the mansion itself, what they found left them in both awe and terror. Instead of dust-ridden relics, they witnessed Bart dancing with jubilant, life-sized jack-o’-lanterns. His eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and delight seeing their shocked faces.
Spooky and eccentric he may have appeared to the town but Bart’s real surprise was his intent. He chuckled, “My dear children, welcome to the first annual Morville Halloween Bal Masque!” And from that night onward, Halloween became the happiest and most anticipated holiday in Morville.