Amidst Halloween’s shadowy charm, in the town of Ghoulsby, a haunted estate, aptly named Fright Manor, lurked away ominously, its spooky laughter echoing into the still, silent night air. Jack, the bravest (or most foolhardy) boy in town, bravely stepped through the squeaky iron gate on All Hallow’s Eve, a daring twinkle in his eye.
The chilling wind whistled eerily as he tip-toed around the cobweb-laden corridors. Suddenly, a blood-curdling shriek pierced the stillness. The haunted mansion was living its reputation.
A ghastly sight awaited Jack as he entered the grand room – a ghostly apparition stirring a smoking cauldron, an eerie green glow illuminating her pale face. Muttering an incoherent incantation, she turned, her eyes meeting Jack’s wide ones.
The ghost paused, then breaking into a huge grin. “Well, it’s about time! I’ve been waiting all evening.” she exclaimed. Stunned, Jack watched as she spooned out some smoking, greenish stew, holding it out to him.
Unable to resist, he tasted it cautiously and to his surprise, it was… sublime! The ‘ghost’ was none other than Granny Webster, renowned for her pranks, this time warming up her famous Halloween soup.
And that’s the tale of Fright Manor – always remember, sometimes, the ‘fear’ in ‘fearful’ is actually ‘fun’ in disguise!