The Haunted Outhouse
Farmer Brown crept up the moonlight path to the outhouse on the hill. He didn’t want to go, but he had to go.
He closed the door and took a seat.
Pitter titter titter patter.
Farmer Brown shown his flashlight into the corner and spied a spider skittering away.
Something brushed against the edge of the outhouse.
Farmer Brown peeked through a crack and spied something big and white moving just outside of the outhouse.
Wide eyed he stammered, “Ghost!”
He sat and clutched his flashlight and listened to the ghost rustle.
Wait! Ghosts don’t moo!