In the heart of our little town, there sat the rickety old mansion which we all believed to be haunted. Every Halloween, we kids would dare each other to knock on the door, knowing no one would actually do it.
That was until this Halloween, when Little Timmy, the bravest of us all, took the dare. An eerie silence fell upon us as he approached the mansion, swallowed by the tall, ominous shadows of the trees. His small hand musterd the courage to knock.
To our amazement the door groaned open, and an elderly woman appeared. “Trick or Treat,” stammered Timmy, trembling on the spot. With a mystical smile, she dropped candy into his bag.
We waited at a distance, frozen in shock. Timmy ran back to us, triumphantly waving his loot. We stared at each other, astonished.
And as we sprinted away, laughing and shouting in delight, we heard a soft giggling behind us. We turned back, and what we saw sent chills down our spines. The old lady was reclining on her porch, laughing into thin air as if entertained by the best joke ever.
But the real shock? The mansion, that had loomed behind her, had vanished into thin air as if it had never existed!
Now, every Halloween, instead of a dare, we offer our candy to that giggling ghost. Afraid, yes, but always leaving room for another surprise!