In the little town of Harrows End, every spooky Halloween tale began with the whispers of Old Man Creech’s haunted pumpkin patch.
It was said that each pumpkin carried the echo of a lost soul, bewitched by the moonlit serenades of Old Man Creech. On the eve of All Hallows’, there was one rebellious youngster, Timmy, who dared to venture into that forbidden orange field.
Amidst the spine-chilling silence, he picked out the biggest pumpkin, certain that it would win him the annual town pumpkin contest. The colossal pumpkin emitted a faint hum which Timmy disregarded as the wind’s eerie lullaby.
Back in his cozy home, as he cut into it, the room filled with a spectral mist and a disembodied voice echoed, ‘Free, at last!’ followed by a gust of chill wind that extinguished the lanterns.
The mist cleared to reveal a shadowy figure wearing a cloak and a peaked hat. ‘Thank ye, me lad’ The figure nodded before fading away, leaving a dumbfounded Timmy in its wake.
At the pumpkin contest next day, wide-eyed townsfolk circled around Timmy’s peculiar pumpkin, chuckling at the sign beside it. You ask what it said? ‘Winner- Most Haunted Pumpkin. As vouched by Old Man Creech’s Ghost!’