A Halloween Story

Boo was a little white ghost who haunted the spooky house on Acorn Drive. All year long he would sit in his attic and peak out the window at people passing by. He wanted so much to play with someone, and so from time to time he would pop his head out the window and call down, inviting everyone to come inside. Unfortunately, the people would always scream and run away, leaving Boo sad, and alone.
As Halloween approached, Boo came up with a plan to make friends. He decided he would carve three happy faces into three big pumpkins and place them on his porch. When the children walked by his house on Halloween night, they would see them and stop at his house to trick-or-treat. He would give them his delicious home made caramel apples and they would be so impressed, Boo was sure they would want to come inside and play games.
On the morning of Halloween, Boo was busy in his spooky kitchen, finishing his caramel apples. He placed them on the counter to cool down and slipped on his orange jacket. He left his spooky house in search of three big pumpkins. Up the street he flew, humming a happy ghost tune. He was positive his plan would work. In a few hours, he would be playing with his new friends.
Boo did discover one problem with his plan. He wasn’t sure where to look to find pumpkins. As he searched, he came upon a little girl running in her yard with out-stretched arms. She was dressed in a bat costume. “Excuse me!” Boo called, “do you know were I could get three big pumpkins?” The girl stopped mid-flight and stared at him. Her face became as white Boo’s. “Mommy!” she cried, and ran into the house. “Oh dear,” said Boo. “That didn’t go well at all. Maybe I should try asking someone else.”
He didn’t travel very far before meeting a plump woman raking leaves in her yard. Boo thought she looked very friendly. He glided up behind her and said, “Excuse me, but do you know where I could get three big pumpkins?” “Why yes I do,” She replied as she turned to face Boo. Unfortunately she didn’t say anymore. She took one look at him, and fainted on the spot. “Oh dear,” Boo cried once more. “I guess I’d better try asking someone else; and I’d better leave quickly, before the woman wakes up, I’d hate to make her faint again.”
Boo was beginning to feel very sad. He had no idea know where to get pumpkins, and without them, he couldn’t carve happy faces, and no children would come to his house to play. He flew sadly up the street, wondering what to do. He met a dog, and asked him for advice, but the dog didn’t speak ghost, and Boo didn’t speak dog. He met a black cat and asked her for advice, but she was in too much of a hurry to get home to her witch, it was Halloween after all.
Finally he came upon a run down farm house. He nearly passed by it, but stopped when he heard someone crying. He crept, as well as little ghosts creep, around the house and into the back yard. He saw a skinny old man, sitting in a pumpkin patch, spouting elephant tears. “What’s the matter?” Boo asked. To his surprise the man was not afraid of him. “Oh, it’s Halloween, and I don’t have any treats to hand out to the children this year. I will miss seeing all of there fun costumes!”
Boo looked at the man, he looked at his pumpkin patch, then he got the best idea yet. “Well, you are in luck!” said Boo, “I have treats, but I have been searching all day for pumpkins to carve. What if we spend Halloween together?” The old man smiled as he leapt to his feet. “OK!” he announced. “You may take as many pumpkins as you need!” Boo pick the three largest pumpkins in the patch. Together they put them in a wagon and pulled them all the way back to Boo’s spooky house.
That night in front of the spooky house sat the three big happy pumpkins. They were so bright and happy that every trick-or-treater who passed the spooky house stopped and knocked on Boo’s door. His caramel apples were also a hit. Many children stayed and played with Boo. They played ‘Mummy marbles’ and ‘Pin the Spider on the web’. The children thought Boo was so much fun and promised to come back all the time. The old man also returned very often to Boo’s spooky house, and Boo never had to sit alone in his attic again.