On a particularly chilly Halloween night in the quiet town of Witch’s Hollow, ten-year-old Timmy decided to be brave. Weary of being the town’s biggest scaredy-cat, he decided to visit the notoriously haunted mansion at the hilltop—the Henderson House.
A shiver ran down his spine as he approached the ominous mansion, every creaking wooden step amplified by the eerie silence. The house felt alive—windows staring like oversized eyes, its front door beckoning like a gaping mouth.
Timmy steeled himself and, putting on a hat of courage, entered. The house was darker than the night, but he pushed on, his tiny flashlight his only companion. He roamed the musty rooms, the antique furniture whispering tales of a past life. A shadowy figure flashed by, making his heart jump. Chilling laughter filled the air, sending a surge of icy fear through him.
Summoning all his courage, Timmy decided to confront the ghost. He stomped his foot, shone his flashlight at the shadow, and shouted, “Enough!” Suddenly, there was silence, and then a familiar laughter erupted. His older brother Tony sprang from behind a curtain, doubling over in laughter.
So, brave little Timmy didn’t wrestle with a ghost that Halloween night, but he did confront his own fear, and the ‘haunted’ mansion was haunted only by his mischievous older brother.