October 1, 2018.

SPOOKTOBER STORY #1:

The house hated being haunted. “I hate being haunted,” grumbled the house. “It’s the absolute squirrel pellets, being haunted. And I feel this way because I’m racist against ghosts.”

It was true. The house was incredibly racist, when it came to ghosts and ghouls and poltergeists and so forth. So next time it felt a ghost flutter through its twisting passages, it clattered some cabinets open and shut noisily.

“What’s that all about,” thought the living humans who lived in the racist house.
“What’s that all about,” thought the ghosts who lived in the racist house.

“I’m racist against ghosts!” the racist house tried to shout, but no one could hear it, because it was a house. So it knocked over a hat stand. The falling hat stand accidentally tipped a very hot pan off the stove, and it started a fire in the kitchen of the racist house.

“Uh oh,” thought the racist house.
“Uh oh,” thought the living humans who lived in the racist house, too late.

Now all the living humans are regular ghosts, and have joined the previous ghosts, now haunting the burned up wreckage of the house.

“Too bad about the house,” say the new ghosts.

“No, it’s ok,” say the old ghosts. “The house was pretty racist.”

The end.