Many years ago, in a small town, there was an ornate house that everyone claimed was haunted. Every Halloween, it would come alive with lights flickering through the cracks, creaky sounds, and shadowy figures moving about.
The brave souls who ventured into the house would tell tales of seeing a spectral figure, clad in Victorian clothes. They would hear a melodious humming sound, echoing through the mansion, sending shivers down their spine.
This Halloween, a group of teenagers decided to spend the night in the house. Armed with flashlights and bags full of candies, they tiptoed towards the house, hearts pounding in their chests.
They spent the night, huddled in the drawing-room, immersed in tales and jokes. As the night wore on, they felt the chill giving way to a cozy warmth. The phantom humming, that was initially spine-chilling, became soothing lullabies. The mansion felt more homely, less sinister.
When the morning came, they were surprised to find an elderly woman cooking breakfast. “Oh, I live here,” she said in response to their shock. “I dress in my late husband’s Victorian clothes during Halloween and hum our favorite tunes to keep his spirit alive. The town folks added their touch, calling me a ghost.”
And so it was, the Halloween night adventure turned into an enchanting bed and breakfast experience, with the ‘real ghost’ turning out to be a sweet old lady obsessed with the past!