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The Apologetic Ghost
Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
The old house on Willow Lane was known for its creaks and groans, but what nobody knew was that these sounds were made by a very polite ghost named Sylvain. Sylvain was a kind soul who was utterly terrified of his own spooky noises. When the newest family moved in, he felt a wave of panic. He was going to scare them! He had to apologize.
The family, a mother, father, and a little girl named Lily, were all in the living room. Sylvain decided to make a dramatic entrance. He floated down the stairs, his form shimmering. "Hello, I am so sorry for the noises," he whispered, his voice a soft, whooshing sound. "I just can't help it! The floorboards creak all on their own."
Lily looked at her parents. "Did you hear that? I think the house is talking to us."
The parents, who hadn't heard Sylvain, just smiled. "The house is just settling," her dad said.
Sylvain was distraught. He wasn't settling! He was a very agitated ghost! He decided to try a different approach. He made the grandfather clock's pendulum swing back and forth on its own, a loud tick-tock. The family looked at the clock, and the father said, "Oh, I forgot to wind that."
Sylvain decided to make the dishes rattle. The mother looked at the dishes and then at the window. "Oh, the wind is picking up."
Sylvain sighed. He was a complete failure as a ghost. He sat down on a chair (which nobody could see him do) and had a ghost-sized pity party. He was so busy feeling sorry for himself that he didn't notice Lily quietly leave the room.
A few minutes later, Lily returned, holding a plate of cookies. She set them on the table and said, "A house that talks, and an unwound clock, and rattling dishes… it sounds like we have a very friendly house. And a very hungry one. I hope you like cookies, house."
Sylvain's ghostly heart warmed. She had heard him! He made a small, happy, spooky noise, and a single cookie floated off the plate. Lily giggled. A polite ghost and a cookie-sharing girl were a perfect match.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
The old house on Willow Lane was known for its creaks and groans, but what nobody knew was that these sounds were made by a very polite ghost named Sylvain. Sylvain was a kind soul who was utterly terrified of his own spooky noises. When the newest family moved in, he felt a wave of panic. He was going to scare them! He had to apologize.
The family, a mother, father, and a little girl named Lily, were all in the living room. Sylvain decided to make a dramatic entrance. He floated down the stairs, his form shimmering. "Hello, I am so sorry for the noises," he whispered, his voice a soft, whooshing sound. "I just can't help it! The floorboards creak all on their own."
Lily looked at her parents. "Did you hear that? I think the house is talking to us."
The parents, who hadn't heard Sylvain, just smiled. "The house is just settling," her dad said.
Sylvain was distraught. He wasn't settling! He was a very agitated ghost! He decided to try a different approach. He made the grandfather clock's pendulum swing back and forth on its own, a loud tick-tock. The family looked at the clock, and the father said, "Oh, I forgot to wind that."
Sylvain decided to make the dishes rattle. The mother looked at the dishes and then at the window. "Oh, the wind is picking up."
Sylvain sighed. He was a complete failure as a ghost. He sat down on a chair (which nobody could see him do) and had a ghost-sized pity party. He was so busy feeling sorry for himself that he didn't notice Lily quietly leave the room.
A few minutes later, Lily returned, holding a plate of cookies. She set them on the table and said, "A house that talks, and an unwound clock, and rattling dishes… it sounds like we have a very friendly house. And a very hungry one. I hope you like cookies, house."
Sylvain's ghostly heart warmed. She had heard him! He made a small, happy, spooky noise, and a single cookie floated off the plate. Lily giggled. A polite ghost and a cookie-sharing girl were a perfect match.