Dez has the perfect costume. Nobody is scared of it. Yet.
In the shop there were witches and bats and a pumpkin with legs. Dez picked the ghost. No face. No smile. Just two black eyeholes and a sheet that dragged on the floor. “That one,” said Dez. “That’s the scariest one.”
At home, Dez put it on and crept along the hall. Pudding was asleep on the radiator. “BOO!” said Dez. Pudding opened one eye. Pudding closed it again.
Dad was making breakfast. Dez floated in slowly with his arms out. “BOOOOO!” Dad didn’t even turn round. “Morning, ghost,” said Dad. “Toast?”
That left Rae. Rae was scared of the hoover, the bath plug and one particular pigeon. Dez leaned right over her high chair. “BOO!” Rae laughed so hard her spoon fell on the floor.
Dez took the sheet off and sat on the stairs. “It doesn’t work,” he said. “Nobody is scared of me.” “Ghosts are scarier in the dark,” said Dad. “Everybody knows that.”
So after bath, with the hall light off, Dez put the sheet back on. He went slowly down the hall. Boo… boo… boo… At the end of the hall, something was waiting. Something white. With two black eyes.
“AAAAAAAH!” screamed Dez. The something screamed too. Pudding left the building. Rae clapped. Dad switched on the light.
It was the mirror. Dez pulled the sheet off. His heart was going boom boom boom. “Well,” said Dad. “I was scared.” “I was scared,” said Dez, and he started to grin. “I was the scariest thing on Linden Street.”
On Halloween night, Dez was a ghost again. But first, Dad got the scissors, and they made the eyeholes a bit bigger. “So I can see it’s me,” said Dez.
Down Linden Street went the ghost. “Boo,” said Dez at every door. And at number 14, a small dog hid under the sofa. The end.
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Dez has the perfect costume. Nobody is scared of it. Yet.
In the shop there were witches and bats and a pumpkin with legs. Dez picked the ghost. No face. No smile. Just two black eyeholes and a sheet that dragged on the floor. “That one,” said Dez. “That’s the scariest one.”
At home, Dez put it on and crept along the hall. Pudding was asleep on the radiator. “BOO!” said Dez. Pudding opened one eye. Pudding closed it again.
Dad was making breakfast. Dez floated in slowly with his arms out. “BOOOOO!” Dad didn’t even turn round. “Morning, ghost,” said Dad. “Toast?”
That left Rae. Rae was scared of the hoover, the bath plug and one particular pigeon. Dez leaned right over her high chair. “BOO!” Rae laughed so hard her spoon fell on the floor.
Dez took the sheet off and sat on the stairs. “It doesn’t work,” he said. “Nobody is scared of me.” “Ghosts are scarier in the dark,” said Dad. “Everybody knows that.”
So after bath, with the hall light off, Dez put the sheet back on. He went slowly down the hall. Boo… boo… boo… At the end of the hall, something was waiting. Something white. With two black eyes.
“AAAAAAAH!” screamed Dez. The something screamed too. Pudding left the building. Rae clapped. Dad switched on the light.
It was the mirror. Dez pulled the sheet off. His heart was going boom boom boom. “Well,” said Dad. “I was scared.” “I was scared,” said Dez, and he started to grin. “I was the scariest thing on Linden Street.”
On Halloween night, Dez was a ghost again. But first, Dad got the scissors, and they made the eyeholes a bit bigger. “So I can see it’s me,” said Dez.
Down Linden Street went the ghost. “Boo,” said Dez at every door. And at number 14, a small dog hid under the sofa. The end.