It was a chilly Halloween night. Old Man Becklett’s mansion was always the talk of the neighborhood, with its cobwebs, dim lights, and an eerie aura that clung to it. Little Tommy was always intrigued by it and this Halloween, he decided to explore it.
With nothing but a dim flashlight, Tommy embarked on his thrilling adventure. As he pushed the rusty gate, the mansion seemed to breathe uneasily beneath layers of age and mysteries.
Stepping inside, he noticed a grim portrait of Old Man Becklett hung above a fireplace. He was pale, stern, with cold eyes that followed Tommy wherever he went. A chill ran down Tommy’s spine; nevertheless, he pressed on.
Nervously, Tommy rose his flashlight to the attic. Suddenly, he saw a silhouette! It was Old Man Becklett, or was it his ghost? Tommy yelped! However, the silhouette waved back at him, nonchalantly.
Sweating, Tommy cried, “Are you ghost Mr. Becklett?” The silhouette turned, lifted its glasses, and squinted at Tommy. A surprisingly familiar, living and breathing Old Man Becklett replied, “Not yet lad. Buy some grapes next time instead of exploring people’s houses uninvited!”
That Halloween, Tommy got a good scare and the neighborhood got their Old man Becklett back, just a bit grumpier than they’d envisioned!