In the small town of Willow Creek, there was an old, creaky house that stood at the end of a winding path. The townsfolk whispered about it, saying it was haunted. But little did they know, the ghost named Charlie was not scary at all.
One chilly Halloween evening, a brave girl named Lily decided to explore the house. Armed with a flashlight and a heart full of curiosity, she tiptoed inside. The air was cool, and dust glittered like tiny stars in the beam of her light.
As she wandered through the dark rooms, she called out, “Is anyone here?” To her surprise, she heard a soft giggle. Startled but intrigued, Lily followed the sound and found Charlie. He was a little ghost with a friendly smile and a shimmering white glow.
“Hi there! I’m Charlie,” he said cheerfully. “I’ve been waiting for someone to play with!”
Lily’s eyes widened. “You’re not scary at all! What do you like to do?”
“I love to play hide and seek!” Charlie exclaimed, floating around her. “But no one ever wants to play with a ghost.”
“I’ll play with you!” Lily said, grinning. They spent the evening laughing and searching for hiding spots. Charlie would hide behind curtains, and Lily would count to twenty, her laughter echoing through the house.
As the moon rose high, casting a silver glow, they grew tired from all the fun. “Thank you for playing with me, Lily,” Charlie said, his glow brightening with happiness. “You’re my first friend in a hundred years!”
From that night on, whenever Lily felt brave enough, she would return to the old house to play with Charlie. The townsfolk still whispered about the haunted house, but Lily knew the truth—it was home to a friendly ghost, waiting for a friend to share in the joy of laughter.
And so, the legend of the friendly ghost of Willow Creek grew, reminding everyone that sometimes, the things we fear the most can turn out to be the kindest of all.