The Ghoulie’s Haunting: A Spine-Chilling Tale for Halloween

Introduction: The Miller House on That Fateful Night

The Miller house stood defiantly against the relentless storm. Rain hammered the roof, jagged lightning streaks illuminated the sky, and thunder boomed like an angry giant. The wind, a howling banshee, slammed the screen door repeatedly. The sounds of little Brandon Miller’s screaming cut through the darkness.

The Mysterious Incident

Mrs. Miller burst into Brandon’s room, her robe snagging on the doorknob. Concern etched her face as she rushed to her son’s side. Brandon, trembling, pointed at the bed. Mrs. Miller pulled back the covers and gasped. There, nestled among the sheets, lay a severed snake head.

The Accusation and the Legend of The Ghoulie

Summoning Michael, Mrs. Miller scolded him for scaring his brother. Michael denied any involvement, but Mrs. Miller’s smirk hinted otherwise. She introduced the boys to the legend of Timmy and his skeleton toy, Ghoulie. Timmy, an outcast, faced relentless bullying until four kids invited him to an old, rain-soaked clubhouse.

The Abandoned House and Timmy’s Fate

Timmy entered the dark house, waiting for his new friends. Hours passed, the storm intensified, and a massive branch crashed into Timmy, squashing him. Lightning struck, transferring his soul into Ghoulie. Timmy vanished, but legend had it that he returned every Halloween to play with unsuspecting souls.

The Ghoulie’s Warning

Mrs. Miller’s revelation left both boys spellbound. Michael confessed to the snake head prank, and Mrs. Miller knew. As she bid them goodnight, a toy skeleton sat behind the door, waiting. The more you touched Ghoulie, the more he stuck around—forever restless.

The Ghoulie’s Poem

“Here I sit,
Bored to death on a stool,
Waiting patiently,
For all my friends to leave school.
I love having friends,
I love to play,
From October 1st
To Halloween day.
Pay me in candy,
And I’ll prank who you like,
Touch me, though,
And I’ll visit you in the night.
I like spiders, snakes, and beetles too,
I may just dump a bucket full on you.
Ha ha haa,
He he hee,
I’ll do it while you sleep,
So you won’t know it was me.
You scream and cry,
But I think it’s cool,
But when you awake,
I head back to my stool.”

Conclusion: Beware the Ghoulie

As Halloween approached, the Miller house held its secrets—the echoes of Timmy’s fate, the snake head prank, and Ghoulie’s eerie presence. So, dear reader, if you encounter a toy skeleton, remember Timmy’s tale.