The Mystery of the Haunted Lighthouse

Upon a rocky coast so grand, Where waves crashed hard on silver sand, Stood Lighthouse tall, a lonely keep, Where secrets whispered, buried deep.

Young Lily, Tom, and brave young Sue, Heard tales of ghosts, both old and new. "Let's climb inside!" cried Lily bold, A mystery waiting to unfold.

Up spiral stairs they crept and climbed, Through dusty air, in shadows timed. Then *WHOOOOSH*! A moan, a chilling sound, That made the children jump around!

"A ghost!" cried Tom, with eyes so wide, As shadows danced, both far and wide. The wind howled fierce, a mournful sigh, They held each other, reaching high.

Faster they climbed, with hearts that thumped, The ghostly noises louder bumped. They reached the top, the lantern bright, Prepared to face the spectral sight!

But there it sat, upon a beam, An owl so fluffy, living dream! It blinked its eyes, a gentle friend, The ghostly moaning, at an end.

"Just Hooty, the owl!" young Sue then said, As laughter bubbled overhead. The haunted lighthouse, not so grim, Just Hooty’s hooting, on a whim!