It was a typical Halloween night in the town of Trickle Creek. The evening was cold and deep, the moon a ghostly blue. Kids shivered in their costumes, clutching candy-filled buckets. Among them pranced little Timmy, a superhero one day, ghostbuster the next, but tonight, he was brave Sir Knight, ready to face any spectral challengers!
Unbeknownst to Timmy, the rickety, old Foulbrood Mansion atop Deadman’s Ridge had other plans. Legends whispered of a mischievous ghost, known only as Mr. Giggles because of his high-pitched, bone-chilling laugh.
While everyone avoided it, Timmy, impervious to fear, led his candy crusade right up the Mansion’s stairs. A creaking door swung open, inviting him into the Halloween oblivion.
Suddenly, a haunting chorus of giggles echoed around, sending chills down Timmy’s spine. He pushed back his fear, stepped inside, and yelled, “Show yourself, Mr. Giggles!”
Silence. Then, a flash! Mr. Giggles materialized, chuckling menacingly. He floated closer, reaching for Timmy’s candy when something utterly unexpected happened. Timmy threw his head back and laughed louder! Mr. Giggles stopped in his ethereal tracks. This was new.
Giggles met giggles, laughter echoing through the mansion. The scariest spook of Trickle Creek had finally met his match, in a knight who giggled more than he ghosted.“The Haunted Mansion has a new ghost, and he’s not called Mr. Giggles anymore!”