Once upon a time on a dark Halloween night, lived the Grumblesteins, a family thought to be witches. In memory of their ancestors, they threw a massive Halloween bash every year, amidst cackling laughter and stories of the supernatural.
Their mansion, shrouded in darkness and ivy, would twinkle mysteriously with carved pumpkin lights. Spooky melodies echoed, chilling whispers filled the air, it was, indeed, a delightful spectacle.
This Halloween though, something unforeseen occurred. The youngest Grumblestein, Billy, planned to conjure the ‘family ghost’ for a shake of hands. Under the glowing moonlight, Billy whispered the ancient incantation, “Spookset ye hauntus, vis-à-vis reality”.
However, nothing happened. Billy was embarrassed. Every eye was upon him, waiting for the family ghost. Suddenly, he felt a cold shiver down his spine. He turned around to meet… nobody.
“Is our ghost… shy?” The crowd chuckled. But, before anyone could react, a pumpkin pie magically zoomed through the room, smacked against the wall, leaving everyone shocked.
Finally they roared, “Happy Halloween Billy! You did it!” But Billy, standing there stunned, could only stutter, “I-I only invited the ghost… not a poltergeist-loving pie hurler!”
And that’s how the Grumblesteins discovered that their family ghost indeed had a wicked sense of humor, and a new-found love for pie throwing!