So I set about creating a very short story for this storyboard to be based on. The brief outline I came up with was this:

It was a dark night in the woods, and definitely much too late for a ghost like Francis to be out and about. Although in life his mother had warned him not to go out to the forest at night, Francis (or as he preferred to be called - Franky) never listened to her caring words of advice and would adventure the wood with his trusty lantern in hand. No wonder he died the way he did… 

With a cacophony of howling wolves and screaming banshees to accompany our dearest Franky on this particular ambient night, he set out on a mission to find something, unknowingly tracing the same routes he did during his life.

Twisting and turning branches of trees were common in this wood, but he always knew he was in the right place to find what he was looking for when he hit a specific clearing. The moon and stars shine bright in this clearing, casting an ivory shadow over a once well-kept pumpkin patch once belonging to a very courageous man. Franky could never remember this man’s name, only that it also began with an F, so felt a sense of connection to him and his land. 

Pumpkins would sprout when his ghastly aura grazed over the spots of which Mr. F so thoughtfully planted their seeds back in the day. And it would be in the center of this patch that Franky would do just as Mr. F did to find what they were looking for - a small bat that, for whatever reason, really enjoyed the smell of the pumpkins in this patch.

Although Franky could not remember the man’s name, he did remember that the bat’s name was Jack, and over the years had become quite friendly with him. Every night they would find each other in this patch to reminisce and bond over their shared love for pumpkins and all their uses. 

And even though Jack knew that Francis was indeed the ghost of Mr. F, Jack never wanted Francis to be reminded of how he died. Francis was always so chipper and Jack did not want to remind him of such a tragic memory, or even give a hint by telling him that before Francis died, he would come out every night to feed him bits of pumpkin as if Jack was his own pet. Jack felt he owed it to Francis to leave him in a state of ignorant bliss. And so, every night, he would do exactly that.