Every Halloween, a shadow came to life at 13 Raven Row. Not a friendly ghost, but a twisted creature that whispered chilling tales into the silent night.
I, fearless and foolhardy, decided to challenge it. That year, while people feasted on candy and spun stories of goblins and ghouls, I stood at the cursed doorstep with a pumpkin lantern in my hand.
As the clock struck twelve, out it came. “Why dare you challenge me?” it growled menacingly. My response? I offered it some candy.
It recoiled, surprised. A trickster’s grin spread across my face. I told my story, not of horror, but of camaraderie, friendship, and cheer. A tale that was its antithesis.
The shadow, taken aback, listened in silence. Then, a laugh. Not chilling, but warm. My heart soared. Was this a trick or had the creature finally accepted the treat of companionship?
The next Halloween, a second shadow joined the first. This time, the whispers were not of brooding sulks but light-hearted pranks. The haunted house was haunted no more.
And that, dear friends, is how I became the companion of a shadow – a trickster, a storyteller, a friend of the ominous that dwelled in 13 Raven Row.