One brisk Halloween night, in a small somber town, a curious group of kids found themselves outside the mysterious old Nicholson mansion. The town folks claimed it was haunted.
The bravest of them named Tommy had hatched a plan. They would venture into this abandoned house, find a souvenirs, and bring them back to prove their courage. They drew straws and it fell to poor timid Sarah, the newcomer.
Encased in her ghost costume, Sarah ventured into the creaking mansion. Outlines of old portraits gazed eerily at her. The air smelled musky. A chill ran down her spine – not from the cold, but from fear.
Suddenly, a sharp howl and a flash of white. A ghost – exactly as everybody described it! Sarah screamed, dropping her flashlight, and bolted for the exit. The ghost followed!
She fled out the door, flying over the lawn, the ghost at her heels. She tripped over a root and tumbled. Realizing that the ghost was upon her, she turned around…
And illuminated by the moon, she saw the ‘ghost’ panting heavily – their neighbor’s dog, Frosty, happily wagging his tail, his white fur luminously ghost-like.
“Frosty?!” she exclaimed. Sarah returned home, the courageous ‘ghost-buster’ she was supposed to be, her souvenir being no other than the town’s haunted ghost – the drag-tailed Frosty.