On a dark Halloween night, little Tommy decided to visit the haunted house at the end of the street. His heart pounded as he climbed up the dilapidated stairs, the rusty hinge creaking ominously.
Inside, it was as creepy as he imagined – spider webs in the corners, eerie portraits on the walls, and the scent of age and dust filled the air. Tommy’s breath hitched when a shadow slithered across the room. Gathering courage, he moved closer to examine it.
Suddenly, a ghastly figure floated towards him. It was transparent, with eyes that shimmered like teenage rebellion. Tommy screamed, but his voice trapped in his throat, echoing off the crumbling brick walls.
But in the nerve-racking silence that pursued, the specter started… laughing? Rumbling laughter filled the haunted house, bouncing off the ancient walls, followed by the specter exclaiming, “Gotcha! Happy Halloween!”
Tommy was dumbfounded, blinking at the figure. The specter then removed its mask, revealing Mrs. Thompson, his kindly next-door neighbor.
Turned out, the Halloween haunting was simply Mrs. Thompson’s knack for pranks and Tommy, her latest victim, but most importantly, Tommy had a brand-new yarn to spin at school come Monday!