Jim was convinced his house was haunted. Every Halloween, peculiar things happened. Flickering chandeliers, strange laughter, the works. One Halloween night, he decided to investigate.
He tip-toed around, flashlight wavering, heart pounding. Suddenly, the upstairs bathroom light flickered on. Gathering his bravery, he crept upstairs. He held his breath, turned the knob, and…
…jumped back! In front of him was the biggest, fluffiest pile of fur with the most tragic look in its beady eyes. His neighbor’s missing cat, Marshmallow, was looking at him like he’d been caught in the cookie jar. Marshmallow had been hiding in his attic, causing mayhem every Halloween when it tried to escape.
In his relief, Jim started laughing, and to his delight, Marshmallow joined in with a raspy meow that indeed sounded just like laughter. At that moment, he realized – the house wasn’t haunted by ghosts, just a crafty, mischievous cat. In his exploration, Jim had unintentionally hosted the best Halloween party for one in town.
So, dear reader, remember this tale. Before you claim your house to be haunted, make sure to check for any feline intruders. Beware of the Cat-o-ween!