Once upon a time, in the small, misty town of Broomstick Bend, a haunted house sat atop a hill, its eerie silhouette dominating the landscape. Every Halloween, it sat empty, save for ghosts of long-dead inhabitants, said to roam its halls.
On one Halloween, a daring boy named Sam, known for his skeptism, decided to investigate. He slowly ascended the creaky stairs of the ominous mansion, his heart pounding like a drum.
Passing cobwebbed halls and dusty portraits, Sam found himself in front of a mysteriously glowing door. His curiosity piqued, he gingerly pushed it open.
A trip of joy and disbelief hit him. The room was full of lively ghosts hosting a grand Halloween feast! They merrily waved Sam in, and, after a moment of hesitation, he joined them.
Surprisingly, he had more fun than he ever did among the living. The ghosts were witty, telling funny anecdotes from their spectral life. As dawn approached, they gifted Sam a shiny stone, saying it’s to remember the night.
Three years later, while showing off his stone at a school show-and-tell, Sam’s teacher gasped. “That’s a Havenstone!” she exclaimed. “The rarest gem on Earth! Only found, so they say… in haunted mansions.”