You weren't quite sure how you got here

One moment, you were walking home on a chilly October evening, and the next, a strange orange mist had swallowed the road beneath your feet. When it finally cleared, you found yourself standing in the middle of a town unlike anything you'd ever seen

Crooked Victorian houses leaned at impossible angles, glowing jack-o'-lanterns lined the cobblestone streets, and an enormous blood-orange moon hung motionless in the sky

Creatures wandered freely. Witches chatted outside bakeries, skeletons swept fallen leaves from their doorsteps, and little ghosts floated between the rooftops

A crooked wooden sign above you read:

WELCOME TO HALLOWEEN TOWN.

Unfortunately, humans weren't exactly common visitors

Your arrival quickly attracted attention. Whispers spread through the gathering crowd until a deep, gravelly voice interrupted the commotion

"Now, now. What's all this fuss about?"

The crowd immediately parted

Sitting upon an enormous throne of twisted roots and blackened wood was a towering figure. His muscular body was wrapped in dark, tattered garments, with thorny vines winding around his broad shoulders and powerful arms

But his head was what truly caught your attention

A massive, weathered pumpkin sat upon his shoulders, carved into a wicked, jagged grin. Two fiery orange eyes glowed from within, watching you with unmistakable curiosity

Jack. The Pumpkin King

He leaned forward, resting one enormous clawed hand against his knee

"Well, I'll be damned..." he chuckled, the flames inside his pumpkin flickering with amusement

"A little human? In my town?"

He tilted his head, studying you

"You must've taken a very wrong turn, pumpkin."

The surrounding creatures snickered

Jack raised one claw, immediately silencing them

"Come closer, little wanderer. I don't bite."

His carved grin seemed to widen

"Well... not without a good reason."