The Friendly Ghostly Adventures

By Robin Wickens

Embark on a whimsical journey with "The Friendly Ghostly Adventures: Spooky and Silly Stories for Kids," a collection of 50 enchanting tales that will tickle your funny bone and send shivers down your spine. Meet a mischievous ghost who loves to play pranks, a kind-hearted specter who helps lost souls find their way, and a courageous phantom who faces his fears to protect his haunted home. From spooky encounters to laugh-out-loud moments, these stories are perfect for young readers craving a delightful blend of chills and chuckles. Get ready for a ghostly good time!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rob's Books
• Release date: Apr 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224582921

Robin Wickens

Here at Rob's Books, we are committed to spreading the joy of story, colouring and puzzling books, making it an enjoyable and accessible activity for all. We envision a world where creativity is a celebrated and integral part of everyday life.

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1: The Ghost and the Mysterious Missing Cookies

In the quaint village of Willowbrook, Mrs. Jensen’s bakery stood on the corner of Maple Street, its windows always steamed up and the smell of freshly baked cookies wafting out into the street. Mrs. Jensen, a robust woman with cheeks as round and rosy as her raspberry tarts, was in a rather unusual pickle. Each morning, when she opened her shop, she found that several of her delicious cookies were missing.

One particular Monday morning, Mrs. Jensen arrived to find an entire batch of her famous chocolate chip cookies had vanished. Only a few crumbs and a trail of giggles remained. Puzzled and a bit frustrated, she decided it was time to call for help.

Enter Lucy Locket, Willowbrook’s youngest detective at just ten years old. Lucy was known for her keen sense of observation and her collection of detective hats—today, she wore her best Sherlock Holmes cap. Accompanying her was her rather unusual assistant, a friendly ghost named Giggles, who, as his name suggested, could never hold back his laughter and was, unfortunately, quite clumsy.

Now, Giggles, we need to be especially careful, Lucy instructed as they entered the bakery. We don’t want to end up with more missing cookies—or worse, a mess that we can’t clean!

Giggles nodded, his form shimmering slightly as he tried his best to control his giggles. The pair began their investigation by examining the scene. Lucy noticed a pattern in the cookie thefts—it always occurred right after Mrs. Jensen finished baking and left the kitchen to cool down.

Giggles, I suspect someone is using the kitchen window to sneak in, Lucy whispered, pointing towards a slightly ajar window at the back of the kitchen. Tonight, we stake out. You float up there and keep an eye on the window. I’ll hide behind the counter.

As night fell, Lucy and Giggles took their positions. The bakery was quiet, and the moon cast ghostly shadows inside the room. Hours passed with only the sound of the occasional car passing by. Just as Lucy began to nod off, a faint sound snapped her awake—the sound of giggles, eerily similar to Giggles’, but not quite.

Giggles perked up, floating anxiously. That wasn’t me! he whispered urgently.

Lucy peered over the counter and saw a small, ghostly figure fumbling at the window. It pushed open the window and slipped inside, heading straight for the cookie jars.

Now! Lucy whispered, and Giggles floated forward, trying to block the intruder. But in his haste, he knocked over a stack of flour bags instead, sending up a cloud of white dust.

The giggling ghost, startled by the sudden chaos, lost his balance, and landed right into a bowl of dough. Lucy leapt from her hiding spot and turned on the light. The room was a mess, with flour everywhere and a little ghost sitting dazed in the dough bowl, covered in sticky mixture.

Oh dear, Lucy sighed. Who are you, and why are you stealing cookies?

The little ghost looked up; his face sheepish. I’m Binky, he squeaked. I didn’t mean to steal so many. It started with just one cookie, but they were so good, and I... I got carried away.

Lucy, though frustrated, couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for Binky. You know, you can’t just take things that aren’t yours. Mrs. Jensen works hard to make these cookies.

Binky nodded, looking remorseful. I’m really sorry. I just miss the way my mum used to bake, and these cookies reminded me of home.

Giggles, who had managed to extract himself from the flour bags, floated over. We can help you, Binky. Maybe Mrs. Jensen would let you have some cookies if you asked nicely?

The next morning, after a long night of cleaning up their mess, Lucy and Giggles brought Binky to meet Mrs. Jensen. At first, the baker was understandably upset, but as Binky explained his story and offered to help around the bakery to make up for the trouble, her heart softened.

Well, I suppose everyone deserves a second chance, Mrs. Jensen said, wiping her hands on her apron. And I could use an extra pair of hands around here—even if they are a bit ghostly!

From that day on, Binky became an assistant at the bakery. He was particularly good at tasting the cookies for quality control, and with his new job, he didn’t need to steal cookies anymore. Mrs. Jensen even introduced a new cookie to the shop—Binky’s Boo Berry Delight, a hit among the local children.

As for Lucy and Giggles, they continued their detective work around Willowbrook, solving mysteries and helping those in need. But they often

stopped by Mrs. Jensen’s bakery, where a plate of fresh cookies and a glass of milk were always waiting for them, along with the giggles and gratitude of a friendly ghost named Binky.

2:  Gertie's Glow-in-the-Dark Paint Party

In the quaint little town of Willowmere, where the fog lingered like a soft blanket and the moon often hid behind playful clouds, there lived a ghost named Gertie. Unlike your typical spectral spirit, Gertie was a lover of all things colourful. Her days, or rather, nights, were spent admiring the vivid flowers in Mrs. Davenport’s garden or watching the twinkling lights that adorned the local bookshop during festivities. There was just one peculiar problem: everything Gertie touched faded to invisibility.

One misty evening, Gertie floated through the village square, her heart heavy as she watched the children play with their brightly coloured toys, knowing she could never join in without turning their treasures invisible. As she meandered past the old craft store, something caught her eye. It was a set of paints, but not just any paints; these were glow-in-the-dark! Gertie was mesmerised. She hovered closer to the window, her eyes wide with wonder. An idea as bright as the paints themselves sparked in her ethereal mind—she would host a paint party, but not just any party, a glow-in-the-dark paint party for her ghostly friends!

Excitement buoyed her spirit as she planned. She spent the night whispering invitations through the keyholes of the haunted houses and into the eerie winds that swept through the graveyards. Come to Gertie’s Gala, she would say, A night to glow, a night to play!

The word spread quickly through the spectral grapevine, and anticipation buzzed through the ghostly inhabitants of Willowmere. The night of the gala arrived, shrouded in a thick blanket of darkness, perfect for a glowing celebration. Gertie had managed to procure the paints with a little help from a mischievous poltergeist who frequented the craft store. Together, they had set up in the old barn at the edge of town, draping the walls with sheets of dark cloth to enhance the glow of the paints.

As the clock struck midnight, a curious procession of ghosts began to drift in. There was old Captain Hargreaves, the spectral sea captain who had been haunting the local inn for centuries; Miss Thistlewaite, a Victorian maiden who enjoyed the drama of the afterlife; and many more. Each guest was aglow with excitement, quite literally, as Gertie handed out paintbrushes and pots of luminescent paint.

Welcome, one and all! Gertie floated above her friends, beaming as brightly as the paints. Tonight, we create as we celebrate! Let your spirit’s shine!

And shine they did. The ghosts painted and splattered, brushed, and flicked. They painted the walls of the barn with streaks of neon green, splashes of radiant pink, and blobs of electric blue. They painted each other, too, decorating their ghostly forms with glowing polka dots, stripes, and even the occasional moustache or monocle.

Gertie felt a warmth in her spectral heart as she watched her friends laugh and dance under the glow of their artistic creations. For once, her touch didn’t cause things to disappear but made them come alive with light. The barn turned into a swirling canvas of vibrant colours, each ghost a moving masterpiece, glowing under the black canvas of the night.

As the night progressed, they played games—hide and seek was particularly hilarious with glowing ghosts who found it impossible to hide properly. They told stories of their past lives, their voices echoing softly in the luminescent glow of the barn. The party brought together the old and the young spirits, the newly departed and the ancient ones, all revelling in the joy of Gertie’s glowing gala.

When the first light of dawn began to creep across the sky, the ghosts knew it was time to return to their haunts. They thanked Gertie profusely, their voices a chorus of delight and gratitude. This was a night to remember, Captain Hargreaves declared, his ghostly beard shimmering with residual sparkles of paint. Aye, that it was, agreed Miss Thistlewaite, her Victorian gown aglow with strokes of luminescent lilac.

As her friends faded into the morning mist, Gertie felt a profound sense of fulfilment. She had not only brought joy to her friends but had discovered a new part of herself. No longer was she Gertie the ghost who made things disappear; she was Gertie, the creator of a glowing, ghostly gala that lit up the night.

Years passed, and the tale of Gertie’s Glow-in-the-Dark Paint Party became a cherished legend among the spectral residents of Willowmere. It was a reminder that even in the darkest nights, there could always be light, laughter, and a splash of colour, as long as one looked hard enough and dared to imagine.

And so, in the heart of Willowmere, under the watchful gaze of the moon and stars, the spirit of Gertie’s gala lived on, a beacon of glowing hope in the spectral night, forever bright, forever colourful.

3: Hugo’s Haunted House Help

In the sleepy town of Willowmere, tucked away under the shelter of ancient oaks and whispering willows, there stood a crumbling, forgotten house. Its windows were boarded up, its garden overgrown with wild brambles, and its walls were etched with the patina of neglect. This forlorn sight was home to Hugo, a ghost with a heart as warm as the summer sun and as gentle as the spring breeze. Unlike his spectral peers, Hugo had a peculiar affection for the world of the living and their colourful lives.

One misty morning, as Hugo floated through the skeletal remains of his abode, he made a resolute decision. The community day was a fortnight away—a day when the entire town came together to celebrate the spirit of Willowmere with festivities and cheer. Hugo yearned for his house to be part of this celebration, not an eyesore that parents cautioned their children about.

With determined enthusiasm, Hugo set about his task. He started in the parlour, where the wallpaper hung in mournful strips. He reached out, attempting to smooth a curling edge back against the wall, but his touch only sent the entire sheet fluttering to the ground, a sorrowful pile of forgotten patterns.

Sighing, Hugo moved to the kitchen. The cabinets hung off their hinges like tired, old bones weary from standing. He tried to push one back into place, but his ethereal hands passed through the wood, causing the cabinet to sway dangerously and clatter to the floor with a cacophony of despair. Each attempt to repair was met with more chaos, as his ghostly touch seemed only to hasten the house's disrepair.

Feeling disheartened but not defeated, Hugo was contemplating his next move when he heard the laughter and chatter of children from outside. Peering out, he saw a group of neighbourhood kids playing near the boundary of his property. An idea sparked in his translucent mind.

The next day, Hugo waited by the window until he saw Millie, a curious girl with a wild mop of curls and an adventurous spirit, leading her friends down the street. Hugo had always admired her bravery and kindness from his silent observations.

Hello, Millie! Hugo called out, his voice as gentle as a breeze.

Startled, Millie stopped. She had always believed the stories of the gentle ghost of the old house, and her heart thrilled with a mix of fear and excitement. Who’s there? she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

It’s me, Hugo! I don’t mean to scare you. I need help with fixing up the house. Do you think you and your friends could help me? Hugo’s voice was hopeful.

Intrigued and feeling a surge of bravery, Millie rallied her friends. Guys, it’s Hugo, the friendly ghost! He needs our help! she exclaimed. The prospect of helping a real ghost thrilled the children, and their initial apprehension turned into excitement.

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