Every Halloween, the old Brightwood Manor, long deserted, would spring to life. Lights flickered, eerie laughter echoed, and a ghostly figure danced through the rooms. Town legend told that Sir Brightwood, the original owner, came every Halloween night to party with the specters of the underworld.
Curious and daring, young Tim decided to investigate. On Halloween night, he crawled through the dusty windows of the ancient mansion. He tiptoed around, eyes wide. Suddenly, ghost lights filled the room, illuminating a majestic figure. It was a spectral party alright! He heard cackling laughter and phantom music, filling him with dread and awe.
Summoning courage, he stepped forward, only to trip over a cable. Lights flickered out instantly, laughter died, and music silenced. Blinking in the darkness, he realized that he had stumbled upon an elaborate set-up of projectors and sound systems.
Turns out, Sir Brightwood’s ‘ghost’ was merely old Mr. Jamison – the town’s troublemaker. Every Halloween, he set up this spectral charade for his own entertainment. That Halloween, young Tim was the hero for debunking the legend of Brightwood Manor. So, as it goes, sometimes the real ghosts are merely the mischief of a lonely old man and his projector.