Once upon a moonlit Halloween night, nestled deep within a thicket of bare, crooked trees, stood the town’s most feared shack, Ms. Grindle’s cottage. The townsfolk constantly shared eerie tales of the shack, of chilling whispers in the dark, and sudden flickering lights.
That night, a young and courageous lad, Timmy, donned his bedsheet ghost costume. Guided by his childish bravado and his tiny lantern, he ventured toward the daunting shack. His heart pounded like a war drum in his chest, but an exhilarating thrill coursed through his veins.
Timmy pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside. Suddenly, a grotesque figure loomed out of the shadows, causing our brave-hearted Timmy to stumble back! A loud cackle echoed through the cottage. Timmy swallowed a scream, his heart threatening to explode.
Taking a deep breath, he lifted his lantern high to reveal…Ms. Grindle, hunched over, offering a platter of cookies! She guffawed at the confounded look on Timmy’s face and said, “On Halloween, even spinsters like monsters…And a few chocolate chip cookies!”
And thus, the real secret of Ms. Grindle’s haunted cottage was disclosed: a lonely old lady, turning a lame Halloween prank into a warm gesture. So much for townsfolk’s tales, everyone loves cookies, even supposed recluses!