Walking out of the city, the man soon took off the mask of his face. Revealing his skeletal features, then grabbed the orange tinted wood, as he began to carve.
Hand carved from orange tinted wood, lies a door in the hinterlands. In the shape of a pumpkin, you've probably seen this door before in a circle of seven. Yet noone knows how it got there. Almost as if it just is....But now the story is told, of his holiday world of old. Now you'll wonder where holidays come from, if you haven't already begun..
"It's finally arrived here, too." an elderly voice began to say, with a small grin on his face. He looked as the people began to dance and tell ghost stories "I never thought it'd get this far, most just fade away within a century." the man turned away, his lengthened bangs forbid anyone to look him in the eyes.
He ignored the calls of the people, as he walked into the supposedly haunted woods that lay just outside the city. Soon he man began to pick up in speed, as he ran through the monotonous pattern of trees for hours it seemed.
Eventually, he reached what he was looking for, a small circle of seven trees. Most at the time, however, were blank. He soon walked over to one tree, without a door on it, as he removed his bag.
He rustled through his bag until at last what he looked for was found. A door, carved from orange tinted wood into the shape of a pumpkin. He proceeded to smear something over the dents in the carving, turning them, and the doorknob, black as the midnight. It now appeared to be a Jack-O-Lantern. What humans would carve to keep a witch away, but now provides a symbol of a holiday. From that moment onward.
"All-Hallows Eve.....No....Halloween." the man said, soon he reached to the back of his head, and pulled his entire face off. Revealing bones beneath it all, "Now you shall claim your tree." he placed the pumpkin shaped door onto the tree, as a dim purple glow came about it, "By order of Alatheus Skellington." soon, the door pushed itself into the tree.
Halloween Town was born.