It was a cold Halloween evening, and six kids stood outside a big, old, scary house at the end of their street. The bright moon made long shadows in the garden. The kids were in co... It was a cold Halloween evening, and six kids stood outside a big, old, scary house at the end of their street. The bright moon made long shadows in the garden. The kids were in colorful costumes: a vampire, a witch, a pirate, a mummy, a zombie, and a cat. In the garden, a big jack o'lantern smiled, but its eyes looked a bit spooky. Even in their fun costumes, the kids felt a little scared because they had heard stories about the house being haunted. The friends quietly talked about whether they were brave enough to go in. 'Do you think we will really see a ghost?' asked Lucy, the witch, in a low voice. Tom, the zombie, said, 'I don't know, but Halloween is for adventures!' Slowly, they walked to the old wooden door that creaked loudly when they opened it. They stepped into a dark hallway, and the floorboards squeaked under their feet. Andrew, the pirate, joked, 'I think this place just needs a good cleaning.' Suddenly, a wind blew and made the curtains move. Emma, the cat, gasped. Her friends laughed, but they stopped when they heard a noise from upstairs. 'Maybe it's just the wind,' said Oliver, the vampire, though he sounded unsure. They climbed the stairs, their hearts racing, and entered a big room with more jack o'lanterns. In the corner, they saw a faint white shape. The kids paused but then realized it was just an old curtain. Feeling braver, they laughed at how scared they had been. 'This scary house isn't so bad,' said Mia, the mummy, smiling. They decided it was the stories that made the house scary, not the house itself. Read more