On a brisk and windy All Hallows’ Eve, three best friends, Peter, Julie, and Max, decided to visit the infamous haunted Walton Manor. With jack-o’-lanterns glowing ominously, casting leering stares at anyone who ventured too close, they all braced themselves to face the frightful unknown. Their hearts pounding, they stepped inside the long-forgotten, cobweb-infested mansion. The eeriness was palpable, amplified by the chilling sound of the wind whistling through the cracked windows.
Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream echoed in the cavernous darkness. Scared out of their wits, they sprinted toward the scream, ready to confront the ghastly specter. Imagine their surprise when they found Mrs. Walton, the supposedly long-deceased mistress of the manor, standing in her kitchen in curlers, stirring a pot of soup.
“Dear me! You youngsters scared the life out of me!” she exclaimed, each laugh causing her belly to shake. “Thought I was the ghost, did ya?”
Relieved and laughing, they joined Mrs. Walton for a bowl of delicious pumpkin soup. It turns out the long-dreaded Walton Manor wasn’t haunted… it was just a well-loved home with its mistress loving the thrill of being mistaken for a ghost every Halloween.