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On a bone-chilling Halloween night, in the heart of the charming yet eerie town of Howlsville, a notorious house stood tall. Notorious because swirling rumors adorned it with a haunted tag.
A group of plucky kids, on a dare-induced adrenaline, decided to venture into the ‘haunted’ villa. Guided by the flickering light of their lantern, they tiptoed through wailing doors and shuddered across creaking floors. Spiders seemed to be the real residents, the webs their artistic decors.
They found an old dusty piano in an isolated room. The youngest kid, out of sheer curiosity and courage, stretched his trembling hands and pressed a key. To their shock, the piano sprang to life, creating an eerie symphony, filling the heavy air with gloomy tunes.
Fright ripped through their hearts, turning their laughter into screams. Just as they turned to escape, behind them, a high-pitched squeaky voice sang ‘Happy Halloween!’
One glance back, and their screams transformed into chuckles. A radio-controlled rat was perched on the piano, its neon pink eyes glowing brighter than their lantern. Turned out, the symphony they feared was from the rat’s hidden speakers! The ‘haunted’ villa was just an old house with its own mechanical prankster.
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