A Spooky Tale of Timmy and His Mischievous Toy
Introduction
On a dark and stormy night, the Miller house echoed with the relentless patter of rain. Lightning streaked across the sky, followed by booming thunder. The wind howled, slamming the screen door, drowning out all other sounds; except for the terrified screams of little Brandon Miller from his room.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhh! Mom!”
Mrs. Miller burst into the room, her robe snagging on the doorknob. Brandon stood in the corner, arms wrapped around himself, pointing at the bed.
The Snake Head Prank
Mrs. Miller cautiously pulled back the covers, revealing a snake head nestled in Brandon’s bed. She called for Michael, who stepped into the doorway, looking guilty. But Michael denied any involvement.
The Legend of The Ghoulie
Mrs. Miller decided to share a chilling tale with her boys—a story about a boy named Timmy. Timmy, special in his own way, carried around a little skeleton toy named Ghoulie. Despite being teased at school, Timmy cherished his eerie companion.
One fateful Halloween, Timmy encountered four kids who invited him to an old abandoned house—a supposed clubhouse. As the storm raged outside, Timmy sat on a stool, waiting for his new friends. But they never returned. Lightning struck, and Timmy’s soul was transferred into Ghoulie.
Timmy’s Haunting Return
Legend had it that Timmy returned every Halloween, seeking playmates. If you saw a toy skeleton, it might just be Timmy. But beware: the more you touch him, the more he sticks around, unable to rest.
Conclusion
As Mrs. Miller closed the door, little did she know that behind it, in the dark, sat a small toy skeleton perched on a stool—a silent reminder of Timmy’s spectral presence.
Feel free to share this spine-tingling tale with your friends and family. And don’t forget to grab a copy of Duannon Greene’s “Ghoulie” to experience the magic and mystery firsthand!
Author Bio: Duannon Greene is an imaginative storyteller who weaves magic and mystery into every word. His poem “Ghoulie” promises to capture readers’ hearts.
Remember, dear readers, when the wind howls and the shadows lengthen, Ghoulie might be watching. Play with caution this Halloween.