Clarry The Shy Ghost | Halloween Story

In a grand, old house with dusty portraits and floorboards that creaked like whispers, lived a rather peculiar ghost named Clarry. Unlike the boisterous, chain-clanking ghosts of folklore, Clarry was a timid soul. He preferred hiding behind antique drapes to rattling teacups, and his boos were more like nervous squeaks. Clarry had been a resident of the house for many years, ever since he tripped over his own shoelace and tumbled down the grand staircase (ghosts were terrible with shoelaces). He spent his days flitting through the empty rooms, yearning for company but too afraid to make himself known. One sunny afternoon, a new family moved into the house. There was a cheerful couple with booming laughter, and a little girl named Millie with eyes that sparkled like emeralds. Millie, unlike most children, wasn't afraid of the strange chills or the occasional misplaced object – signs of Clarry's ghostly presence. In fact, she found them rather fascinating. One day, while exploring the attic, Millie stumbled upon a dusty old diary tucked away in a forgotten trunk. The diary belonged to a young boy named Clarence, who loved astronomy and dreamed of becoming an astronaut. As Millie flipped through the pages, a faint, shimmering form materialized beside her – Clarry. Millie, surprised but unafraid, gasped. "You're a ghost!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. Clarry, startled, let out a squeak that sounded suspiciously like a squeaky toy mouse. But to his surprise, Millie giggled. It wasn't a scared giggle, but a friendly, welcoming one. Emboldened by Millie's kindness, Clarry began to reveal himself more often. He'd leave constellations drawn in condensation on the bathroom mirror, make her favorite book mysteriously fly open to a specific page, and sometimes, even muster up a (slightly wobbly) boo that made Millie erupt in laughter. Millie, in turn, started leaving little notes for Clarry hidden around the house. She'd share stories about her day, her fascination with the stars (just like Clarence!), and even draw pictures of friendly ghosts with big smiles (which looked suspiciously like Clarry). Slowly, with Millie's encouragement, Clarry started to overcome his shyness. He'd peek out from behind doors to watch her play, join her in stargazing from the rooftop (though he mostly floated a few inches off the ground), and even attempt (with some hilariously fumbled attempts) to play catch with her stuffed bunny. One day, while reading Clarence's diary, Millie noticed an unfinished entry about a dream of reaching for the stars. Inspired, she decided to throw a "Reach for the Stars" sleepover, complete with glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on the ceiling and stories about astronauts. As Millie drifted off to sleep, a faint, shimmering light filled the room. It was Clarry, holding a single, glowing star he'd managed to condense from moonlight. He placed it gently on Millie's bedside table, a silent thank you for her friendship and the courage she'd given him. From that day on, Clarry wasn't just a shy ghost. He was Millie's best friend, a constant companion on her adventures, both big and small. He learned that friendship wasn't about being the loudest or the bravest, but about the quiet moments shared, the laughter echoing through the halls, and the comfort of knowing you aren't alone.