"It’s a ghost disco!" Leo giggled, realizing the music wasn’t scary—it was purely mischievous.
Before young Leo could reach for the "off" button, the magic began. His plush pumpkin started tapping its felt toes. A group of decorative skeletons on the mantelpiece hopped down, locking bony arms to perform a perfectly synchronized kick-line. Even the bowl of candy corn began to shimmer, bouncing in time with the quirky, upbeat rhythm. "It’s a ghost disco
The old, dusty radio in the corner of the Smith family’s living room hadn’t worked in years. But as the clock struck midnight on Halloween, it suddenly crackled to life. A bright, bouncy beat filled the air—the unmistakable sound of . "It’s a ghost disco!" Leo giggled