High on a lonely hill surrounded by a large dark forest, stood an ancient ruined mansion, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all broken and it looked like the house had been used a long time ago and was never used again. The doors of the baptismal font were as old as the hills. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as small as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat and everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the huge haunted house, he didn't dare go in because he was scared like a child in the dark, so he lived in the little house in the grounds of the mansion, with just his black cat for company. . He was as alone as a master going to war, but he was happy because he had true love. His true love was gold, and he had plenty of it, because he found a way to make the haunted house serve him well. He had pinned a poster to the tall rusty doors of the mansion, promising a reward of five hundred gold pieces to anyone who could spend an entire night inside, and charging them five gold pieces for the privilege of trying. . Desperate men and courageous adventurers. came from afar; everyone was sure they could withstand the horrors of the haunted house. Some did so and held out for several hours before fleeing in terror. Back safely at the local village inn, they mumbled, jabbered and stammered stories of ghosts so macabre and monsters so terrifying that their wide-eyed listeners were so terrifying, that their wide-eyed listeners gasped in horror and congratulated them on their victory. remaining in the house, fleeing into the night in shame. One day, a man called Titan arrived, whose bravery was legendary, he had the heart of a lion. He was known everywhere as the most intrepid adventurer, with the strength of a mountain and... middle of paper... im. “Oh, are you still up?!” Titan said surprised. “Don’t you have any beds to go to?” The tired ghosts shook their heads in exasperation. Titan felt something under his pillow, preventing him from sleeping? Just then, his hand wrapped around something small and soft and furry. He felt a shiver run down his spine. Slowly, he removed his hand from under the pillow and there, trembling with fear, was a tiny white mouse. Titan let out an almighty cry! He jumped out of bed and ran towards the door. Down and fled through dusty passages and dark stairs, then disappeared, screaming and shouting, he ran and screamed into the night. Through his window, the wizard chuckled with joy as he watched him escape. He clutched his bag of gold to him and rubbed his hands with joy. “I knew he would break down,” he laughs. "Something ends up touching them all!”