This story was written by me and @i_am_michael (sorry to post it so late)

"Oh, bother!" exclaimed Susan, peering through the foggy night. "I can't see a thing!"

"Fear not, Susan," Aslan's voice rumbled with warmth and a hint of mischief. "Tonight, we shall not be the ones telling the scary stories."

Susan, the eldest of the Pevensie siblings, and the mighty Aslan, the lion, strolled through the eerily quiet streets of Narnia. The cobblestone path was illuminated by flickering pumpkin lanterns that cast elongated shadows. The air had the sweet scent of candied apples and the distant laughter of children. It was the first Narnian Halloween since the White Witch's defeat, and everyone was eager to embrace the holiday with open arms and full bellies.

"I've heard tales of this 'Halloween' from Edmund," Susan said, her eyes wide with curiosity. "But I never quite imagined it to be like this!"

"Ah, the 'Chronicles of Narnia's Halloween Hijinks," Aslan chuckled. "Where the lines between imagination and reality blur,and even we must be prepared for a surprise or two!"

The duo approached the grand town square, where the Halloween contest was in full swing. A cacophony of spooky sounds filled the air: the rustling of leaves, the howling of distant wolves, and the occasional clanking of chains. A banner, stretched taut between two ancient lampposts, read: "Welcome to the 1st Annual Narnian Nightmare Contest!"

"We're here to participate," Aslan announced to the gathering crowd. His mane looked like it was made of shimmering gold under the moonlight.

"But,...