Once upon a time, in the small town of Grindsville, people were in high spirits. Halloween was just a day away, and everyone was eagerly preparing. However, looming on the outskirts was the shunned “Witch’s Manor”, its tall silhouette cutting a menacing figure against the backdrop of the bright, orange October sky.
Granny Mildred, an octogenarian known for her wit and humor, made a surprising announcement. She declared that she would host the annual Halloween bash at the ominous house this year! The town was filled with gasps, chills, and nervous laughter, their eyes wide with both fear and a spark of excitement.
The night of the party finally arrived, and just as the clock chimed midnight, the lights flickered off. A collective gasp echoed through the house, then there was absolute silence; the only sound heard was the nervous beating of everyone’s hearts. As fear started to grip them, the lights suddenly flickered back on and revealed Granny Mildred, laughing hysterically.
“Gotcha!”, she shouted triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Stunned, the crowd erupted into peals of relieved laughter. It wasn’t the witch’s curse but Granny Mildred having a bit of a naughty Halloween fun. In Grindsville, from then on, the scariest bit about Halloween became the fear of Granny’s pranks rather than ghosts!