Every year on Halloween, the inhabitants of Green Grass Lane would hold their breath, awaiting the transformation of number 13. This was made ever more exhilarating because no one really knew who lived at number 13, the house was as mysterious as the person who lived in it.
Each Halloween, number 13 would transform into a haunted mansion with moving windows, blood-curdling screams from imagined specters, and lifelike ghouls flying around. These ghostly figures enthralled and terrified the neighborhood, and with old Mrs. Brown’s candy, it became an integral part of Green Grass Lane’s Halloween tradition.
This year, like the rest, the mysteries of number 13 did not disappoint; except, among the horrifying fun, a real ghost casually joined. Shrouded in transparency, only visible under the moonlight, it scared even the spook at the front porch.
With raucous laughter from the crowd, it was all another thrilling Halloween night. That was until the clock struck midnight, and the real ghost stayed, while everything else disappeared. The green street was embraced with silence as if someone was strumming the chords of spookiness under the Halloween moon.
Finally, the door of number 13 creaked open and everyone saw the inhabitant for the first time. Guess who was it? The real ghost! Turns out, the true spook was their unassuming neighbor all year long – what a hauntingly memorable Halloween on Green Grass Lane!