Every Halloween in Golperston, it was rumored that on 31st Street, a ghoul would rise from the grave. Little Jenny was only 7, but she was braver than most adults. Armed with a jack-o’-lantern, she ventured on All Hallow’s Eve to catch a glimpse.
The moon was in full bloom, casting an eerie glow on the cemetery. Suddenly, a luminous figure emerged, groaning from the tombstone marked ‘1866’.
Jenny did not flinch; instead, she boldy sang a Halloween carol. To her surprise, the ghoul started tapping his foot and grinning broadly. His menacing demeanor faded.
“A fan of carols, are we?” Jenny joked, heart filled with glee. The ghoul acquiesced with a nod, that made his head wobble just a bit too much.
From that moment on, the ghoul and Jenny became best friends. Word spread in town about Jenny’s unusual mate. Every Halloween, Golperston’s denizens expected screams, not jubilant carols ringing from 31st Street. Surprise, surprise!
Now, when Jenny narrates the story of her spectral pal, people ask: “Weren’t you afraid?” Jenny says, “I was, until I found out he was just bored and sassy. Goes to show, you can’t judge a book by its ghoul-ver!”