The house Smush lived in was profoundly haunted. Most days this proved a mild inconvenience. On All Hallows' Eve, however, it was a moderate-to-major inconvenience. Every spirit would get all wound up and overstimulated by the day's excitement, and most flummoxing of all, they would begin to compete with one another.
One All Hallows' Eve, Mogey happened to call upon his pal just as the sky was darkening. No sooner has Smush admitted him to the foyer than they were accosted by a ghoul.
"Boo!" said the ghoul.
"Yes, yes," Mogey replied.
"Move along," Smush added.
"You call that spooky?" scoffed a specter who materialized out of the coat rack. "I suppose it's the best one can expect from a mere phantom."
"I'm no phantom," snapped the indignant ghoul. "I am a ghoul, and proud of it!"
"What is a ghoul but a phantom who woke up on the wrong side of the bed that day?"
"And I suppose you think specters are spookier?"
"I don't think it. I know it!" the specter answered. He was shouting now.
"Well?" taunted the ghoul. "Let's see what you've got."
The specter squinched up his face. The room darkened as the candles flickered. The sound of jangling chains echoed in the distance.
"You'll have to excuse us, gentleghosts," Smush interrupted. Immediately the candles flared back to life. "We've got tickets to a midnight screening of The Creature from the Black Lagoon and if we don't leave now, we're going to miss the coming attractions. But have fun with all the spookiness. No broken mirrors or scrawled messages on the walls this year, please?"
"Boo!" the ghoul tried one more time, but his heart didn't seem to be in it. The specter snickered spookily.
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