The Ghost Who Loved to Giggle

De: Christopher Moss

Narrado por: Aracelis Gotay

"The Ghost Who Loved to Giggle"

In the heart of a quaint little town, tucked away at the end of a cobblestone street, there stood a house that had captured the imagination of everyone who lived nearby. It wasn’t just any house; it was the kind of place that felt like it had been plucked straight out of an old fairytale or a ghost story. The house was large, with slanted rooftops and tall, narrow windows that gleamed silver under the moonlight. Ivy clung to its weathered stone walls like a thick, green blanket, and the iron gate at the front was rusted with age, creaking loudly whenever the wind nudged it. The house seemed to disappear into the mist on foggy nights, leaving only its jagged outline visible. No one knew exactly how long the house had been there, but most townsfolk agreed it was at least a century old—if not longer.

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