Every Halloween, all the children in the little town of Frightville lined up outside old Mrs. Grimsby’s dilapidated mansion for a legendary ghostly adventure. It was said that the mansion was haunted, a tale as old as the town itself.
The brave young Katy, with her lion-themed costume, lead the pack each year. This Halloween, though, was different. As Katy knocked on the old creaky door, an icy chill ran down her spine. The door, usually fastened tight, creaked open slightly, unveiling a dark hallway illuminated by dim candlelight.
Embarking on the spooky exploration, the children noticed a luminescent blob floating around the room. Their hearts pounded with fear and excitement. Suddenly, the blob transformed into Mrs. Grimsby, moaning and flaunting a scary appearance. The children screamed in horror, fleeing the mansion, except Katy who stood her ground.
“Gotcha!” Mrs. Grimsby said, peeling off a glow-in-the-dark mask and laughing aloud. Turned out, this year’s scare was part of her theatrical performance for a community theater she had joined recently.
And that’s how Frightville learnt that Mrs. Grimsby’s ghost was, in reality, a retiree with a flair for drama and a love for Halloween surprises.