Once upon a chilly Halloween night, a petrified young boy named Timmy escaped his parents’ flickering Jack-o’-lantern-lit home. Intent on meeting the renowned ghosts of Wiggins’ Mansion, he tiptoed across his small town, clutching his bright green candy bucket.
The mansion loomed ominously under the moonlight, a decrepit relic of the past encased in swirling dead leaves. With a gulp, Timmy tentatively pushed the creaky gates, half expecting a ghostly choir to swoop down for his soul.
Inside, it was eerily silent save for the occasional ‘woooosh’ of the wind forcing its way through the broken windows. Suddenly, the floorboards creaked. His heart beating like a drum in his chest, he plastered himself to a shadowy nook. A white sheet bobbed out from a corner, wailing, “Boo! Boo! Boo!”
Turns out, it wasn’t a ghost at all. A chubby, rosy-cheeked girl from his school was hiding behind the sheet, carrying a portable stereo. Timmy’s terror turned into a fit of laughter while the girl, embarrassed, ran off leaving her stereo behind.
Oh, what a surprise! Timmy thought, catching his breath. He later forgave her, and their joint ghost hunting became the talk of the town every Halloween. Even the best Halloween stories unveil not ghostly frights, but funny delights!