Haunted House

High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the immense haunted house he didn’t dare to go inside because he was frightened like a child in dark, so he lived in the small cottage in the grounds of the manor, with just his black cat for company. He was as lonely as the master who has go to war, but hews happy, because he had a true love. His true love was gold, and he had plenty of it, for he had found a way to make the haunted house serve him well. He had pinned a notice to the tall rusting gates of the manor, promising a reward of five hundred gold coins to anyone who could spend a whole nigh inside it, and charging them five gold coins for the privilege of trying.

Desperate men and brave adventurers came from far and wide; each certain they could withstand the horrors of the haunted house. Some did will and lasted many hours before fleeing in terror. Back in safety of the local village inn, they would mutter and gibber and stutter out tales of ghosts so ghoulish, and monsters so terrifying, that their wide eyed listeners so terrifying, that their wide-eyed listeners would gasp with horror and congratulate them for staying in the house fleeing into the night in shame.

Now one day, there came a man called Titan, whose bravery was legendary, he had the heart of a lion. He was known far and wide as the most fearless adventurer, with the strength of a mountain and ...

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“Oh, are you chaps still up?!” said Titan surprised. “Don’ you have beds to go to?” The weary ghosts shook their heads in exasperation. Titan felt something under his pillow, keeping him awake? Just then, his hand wrapped around something small and soft and furry. He felt a shiver run down his spine. Slowly he pulled out his hand from under the pillow and there, trembling in fright was a tiny little white mouse. Titan let out an almighty scream! He leapt from the bed and raced for the door. Down and fled through dusty passages and darkened stairways, then disappeared, Screaming and shouting away he ran and hollering, into the night.

Through his window, the wizard cackled in delight as he watched him fleeing. He huggled his bag of gold to him, and rubbed his hands together with glee.

“I knew he’d crack,” he chuckled. “Something gets to all of them in the end!”