Once upon a cold Halloween night in the quaint town of Sleepville, an old, rickety house stood tall, its eerie vibe causing trepidation in each passerby. The townsfolk said it was “haunted.”
On this special night every year, the homeowner, Old Widow Agnes, would put on a big show for the local children, with spine-tingling screams, sudden gusts of wind and flickering candles that would mysteriously extinguish and relight themselves.
This year, as the clock struck six, the children cautiously crept towards Agnes’ house, their hands rattling the rusty gate, hearts pounding. Suddenly, the flamboyant Agnes burst out of the house and performed her petrifying acts. But to everyone’s surprise, instead of feeling scared, the children began to cheer and laugh.
Bewildered, Agnes turned around and shrieked in disbelief. Her tricks were reflected in the mirror hung by the door, revealing their harmless nature and she stood there, clad in black with a silly string cobweb stuck to her head.
And just like that, the haunted house of Sleepville had its secret unveiled on Halloween – it was haunted, but only by the remarkably lively spirit of Old Widow Agnes who, despite her initial shock, joined in the laughter, knowing her secret was finally out.