Dexter is known for his legendary Halloween parties. His beautiful spooky house, tucked away between the ancient woods and the haunted graveyard, had an eerie charm. This year, he decided to up the ante with a challenge: stay in the graveyard alone until midnight.
Gabriel, a newcomer, decided to take on the challenge. As the party roared, he stepped into the graveyard, armed only with his flashlight. Headstones loomed in the mist, and the eerie silence was broken by the rustling of leaves underfoot. The air was thick with fear and anticipation.
Midnight struck; the moon was at its peak. The flashlight flickered and died. Gabriel could see two glowing orbs in the distance, and a chill went down his spine. The story about the graveyard’s phantom dog seemed too real now. The orbs moved closer, growing in size. Gabriel’s heartbeat quickened.
Just as he was about to scream, the orbs revealed themselves as glowing balloons. A chorus of laughter erupted from behind a stone crypt. There stood Dexter, grinning with a flashlight under his chin. He was the true phantom dog. And Gabriel? Well, he became the life of Dex’s Halloween party.