Ever heard of a ghost who forgot how to say “boo”? Or one who sneezes and bumps into a wall? These ghosts aren’t scary—they’re just funny. They make kids laugh instead of hide.
That’s why short funny ghost stories for kids are so great. They turn spooky into silly. The ghosts in these stories trip, fall, mess things up, and sometimes get scared themselves.
Kids love them because they’re fun, not frightening. They help kids feel brave. They also make bedtime more fun and less stressful.
And the best part? Kids remember them. They laugh, they ask for more, and they go to bed smiling.
Short Funny Ghost Stories for Kids
Get ready for giggles, not goosebumps, with silly spirits who trip, sneeze, and forget how to haunt. These short funny ghost stories for kids turn spooky into silly and bedtime into a laugh-out-loud adventure!
Story 1: The Ghost Who Lost His “Boo”
Chapter 1: Benny’s Big Day
Benny was no ordinary ghost. He was young, cheerful, and just a little forgetful. He had recently graduated from Little Spooks Ghost School, where tiny ghosts learned all the basics—floating silently, walking through walls, and of course, how to say the perfect “boo.”
“Boooooo,” Benny would practice every night. He’d float in front of the mirror, puff up his cheeks, and say it as deep and spooky as possible.
The teachers were proud. “You’ll do great on your first haunting!” they said.
Benny was excited. He was assigned to a small house on Maple Street. It had a nice family with two kids, a cat, and a fridge full of snacks (ghosts don’t eat, but Benny liked pretending).
He floated to the front door on his first night, heart—or rather, ghost-heart—pounding with excitement.
“This is it,” he whispered. “Time to say boo!”
He floated into the living room, found the perfect shadowy corner, and waited until the room was quiet.
The dad was reading a book. The kids were playing on the floor. Benny took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and shouted…
“Moooo!”
Everyone looked up.
The little girl blinked. “Did… did someone say moo?”
Benny slapped his forehead. “Wait… what did I just say?”
Chapter 2: The Moo That Changed Everything
Benny floated back into the hallway, completely confused. “Okay, maybe I just got nervous. Try again.”
He hovered behind the couch and gave it another shot. “Yoo-hoo!”
The boy turned and laughed. “Hi ghost! That was funny!”
Even the cat meowed like it was giggling.
Benny groaned. “Come on, it’s B-O-O, not moo or yoo-hoo.”
He tried again.
“Zoooo!”
“Glue!”
“Poopoo!”
The kids laughed harder with each new word.
The mom came into the room. “Why are you two laughing so much?”
“There’s a ghost in here and he’s saying weird things!”
The mom smiled and rolled her eyes. “Sounds like a friendly one.”
Benny floated up to the ceiling and sighed. “Well, I’m definitely not scary.”
Chapter 3: Snack Time with a Ghost
Over the next few nights, Benny kept trying. But no matter how hard he focused, the word “boo” just wouldn’t come out.
He said “moo” again.
He said “doop.”
He even accidentally said “I like cheese,” which made absolutely no sense.
But something interesting started to happen.
The family got used to him.
The kids started leaving out tiny ghost-sized drawings on the kitchen counter.
“Hi Benny,” one said. “Can you say ‘banana’ tonight?”
The next night, Benny tried. “Ba-na-na!”
The kids burst out laughing.
They even started leaving him snacks—not that he could eat them, but they thought it was polite.
Cookies. Juice boxes. One night, a cheese stick with a note: “For Moo-Ghost.”
Benny felt… happy. He wasn’t scaring anyone. But he was making them laugh. And honestly, he was enjoying it more than he ever imagined.
Chapter 4: Stand-Up Spook
One rainy evening, the lights flickered and the family gathered in the living room with flashlights and blankets.
“Let’s tell ghost stories!” said the girl.
“What if Benny wants to tell one?” asked the boy.
They all looked around.
“Go ahead, Benny,” said the dad. “We’re listening.”
Benny floated down nervously. “Um… okay.”
He cleared his throat. “Why don’t ghosts like rain?”
The kids leaned in.
“Because it dampens their spirits!”
The kids burst out laughing. Even the mom chuckled.
“Got another?” the boy asked.
“Sure,” Benny said, feeling more confident. “What room does a ghost avoid? The living room!”
The family howled.
After that night, it became a tradition. Benny would float down at bedtime and tell two jokes. The family even gave him a tiny microphone made out of a pencil and a marble.
They called him “Benny the Stand-Up Ghost.”
Chapter 5: The Other Ghosts Laugh Too
One day, Benny got a message from his ghost school.
“Please report back for your haunting review.”
Benny floated into the office nervously. Headmistress Ghouliana raised her eyebrows.
“Well, Benny, we’ve heard… interesting things. You’re not scaring anyone.”
“No, ma’am,” Benny said. “I kind of forgot how to say ‘boo.’ But… I’ve been making them laugh. A lot.”
He told her one of his jokes. “Why did the ghost go into the bar? For the boos!”
Ghouliana snorted. “That’s… actually quite funny.”
The other ghosts started laughing too.
“Maybe not all ghosts have to be scary,” Benny said. “Some of us can be funny.”
The headmistress thought for a moment. “You know what? I think we need a new department. Ghost Comedy.”
Benny’s jaw dropped. “Really?”
“You’ll be the first member,” she said. “Congratulations.”
Chapter 6: Benny Goes Big
Word spread fast.
Soon, other ghosts came to Benny for advice. “How do you do that thing with the banana joke?” asked one.
Benny started teaching ghost comedy classes. “Always start with a silly word. People love unexpected noises!”
He visited other houses, not to haunt, but to tell bedtime jokes. Some kids even left out tickets that said, “Ghost Show Tonight!”
Benny floated from house to house, performing under lamps and moonlight. He had a ghost fan club and everything.
He still couldn’t say “boo,” but he didn’t need to. He had found something even better—laughter.
Chapter 7: One Last Try
One night, as Benny floated through the old maple tree outside the house, he thought, What if I tried one last time?
He puffed up his ghost cheeks and said, “Boooooooooo…”
It came out just right.
He blinked. “Wait… I did it?”
He floated into the kids’ room. “Boo!”
The kids sat up. “You said it!”
Benny smiled. “Yeah. But… I think I like ‘moo’ better.”
They all laughed.
And from then on, Benny still told jokes. Still said silly things. Still made everyone laugh.
But every now and then… he’d throw in a good old-fashioned “boo,” just for fun.
The End
Benny never became the scariest ghost in town. But he became the funniest. And in the end, that made him pretty unforgettable.
Story 2: Sneezy McSpook and the Haunted Allergies
Chapter 1: A Very Achoo Beginning
Sneezy McSpook wasn’t always called Sneezy. Back in ghost school, his name was just Simon. He was quiet, polite, and floaty—everything a good ghost should be. He passed his invisibility test. He learned how to hover without bumping into lamps. And he even got a gold star in “Advanced Floor Creaking.”
But the one thing nobody prepared him for was… the attic.
It was his first real assignment—an old house with a dusty attic full of forgotten boxes, broken furniture, and spiderwebs thicker than spaghetti. Ghost heaven, really.
“I’m going to be the best attic ghost ever,” Simon told himself.
But as soon as he floated up through the ceiling and took one breath in…
“AHHH… AHHHHH… AHHHHHH-CHOOOOOO!”
He shot straight through the roof like a bottle rocket. Crash! He landed in a bird’s nest on the chimney.
“What in the haunted world was that?” he groaned.
Chapter 2: The Sneeze that Shook the Ceiling
That night, he tried again.
“Okay. You’ve got this,” he whispered.
He floated into the attic, hid behind an old trunk, and got ready to do a classic ghost moan.
“Oooooooo—”
But the second he opened his ghost mouth…
“AHHH-CHOOOO!”
He sneezed so hard he blew the trunk lid open, sent a pile of books flying, and scared a rat right out of its hiding place.
This time, he crashed into a pile of old lamps.
Downstairs, the kids heard the thud.
“What was that?” asked Ellie, the youngest.
“I think the attic’s haunted,” said her older brother, Max, wide-eyed.
But instead of being scared, Ellie giggled. “Sounds like the ghost has a cold.”
Chapter 3: A Meeting with the Humans
The next day, Simon floated by the attic window and peeked down into the living room. The two kids were drawing.
“What do you think attic ghosts look like?” Max asked.
“I think they wear tissue hats,” said Ellie, drawing a ghost with a runny nose and giant tissue cape.
Simon frowned. He didn’t want to be known as the sneezy ghost. He wanted to be mysterious and cool… maybe even a little spooky.
That night, he tried one more time. He waited until the house was quiet and then very slowly floated down the attic stairs.
“AHH… CHOO!”
Before he could even moan or creak a floorboard, a tissue flew into his face.
“Bless you,” said Ellie.
Simon blinked. “Wait… you can see me?”
“Well, sort of,” Max said. “You’re glowing a little. And sneezing a lot.”
“I’m allergic to… I don’t even know. Something up there!”
Ellie looked serious. “We’ll fix it.”
“Fix it?” Simon asked.
“Yep,” she said. “We’re going to clean the attic.”
Chapter 4: The Dust-Busting Duo
The next day, Max and Ellie put on goggles, face masks, and rubber gloves. They dragged brooms, dusters, and a big vacuum cleaner upstairs.
“Operation Ghost Allergy begins!” Max shouted.
Simon floated in the corner, watching nervously. “Please be careful with the old lamp. And the dusty chair. And the pile of newspapers from 1911.”
Ellie started singing while sweeping.
“Clean it up, suck it in, sneezy ghost wants fresh air again!”
Max vacuumed so hard he got pulled halfway across the room.
By the end of the afternoon, the attic looked amazing. Boxes were stacked neatly. The spiderwebs were gone. A small glowing ghost bed was set up in the corner with a pillow made of cotton balls.
Simon floated down, slowly took a deep breath, and—
No sneeze.
He waited.
Still no sneeze!
“I’m not sneezing!” he shouted.
“Yay!” the kids cheered.
Chapter 5: A Ghost Room Makeover
That night, Simon slept like a ghost-baby. No sneezing, no sniffling—just peaceful floating.
The kids brought up more things for him the next day: a lava lamp (“for ghost vibes,” Ellie said), glow-in-the-dark stickers, and a book called How Not to Scare People.
Simon couldn’t stop smiling. “This is the nicest haunting I’ve ever had.”
“Actually,” said Max, “we kind of want you to stay.”
“Yeah,” Ellie added. “You’re not scary. You’re like a friend who lives in the ceiling.”
Simon liked that.
Chapter 6: A Sneeze Returns… at the Worst Time
Everything was perfect… until one afternoon when the kids were playing hide and seek with their cousins.
Ellie hid in the attic. “Shhh,” she whispered to Simon. “Don’t give me away!”
Simon nodded and hovered quietly by a box of dress-up clothes.
Max crept up the stairs. “I know she’s in here!”
Just then… Simon felt it.
The tickle.
That old, terrible, dusty tickle in his ghost-nose.
He tried to hold it in.
“Ahhh… Ahhhh…!”
“Simon, noooo!” Ellie whispered.
“AHHHH-CHOOOOOO!”
The sneeze was so powerful, it blew the attic door open, knocked over a stack of books, and sent Max rolling down the steps like a human tumbleweed.
“GHOST!” the cousins screamed and ran out the front door.
Oops.
Chapter 7: Ghost Fame
After that, the whole neighborhood started talking about the “Sneezy Attic Ghost.”
Some kids were scared.
Others wanted to meet him.
One girl even brought tissues and asked for his autograph.
Simon started getting letters. Some asked if he could sneeze their homework away. Others sent him drawings of a ghost with a red nose and fuzzy slippers.
Max built him a tiny mailbox.
Ellie made him a name tag: “Sneezey McSpook – Official Ghost Resident.”
And Simon? He embraced it.
“I guess sneezing is kind of my thing,” he said. “Better to be a funny ghost than a forgotten one.”
Chapter 8: The Allergy Lab
One day, Ellie came home with a science kit.
“I’m going to figure out what’s making you sneeze,” she said.
She tested dust. Cobwebs. Old furniture fabric. Even the attic air.
“Turns out,” she said, “you’re allergic to… dust mites and mold spores. Classic ghost problem.”
Simon blinked. “That makes sense. I’ve been floating through dust for 50 years.”
So they built him a tiny “allergy lab” in the attic. It had an air filter, sneeze tracking charts, and a ghost-sized mask (just in case).
And guess what?
Simon sneezed a whole lot less after that.
Chapter 9: The Haunted Sleepover
To celebrate Simon’s new sneeze-free attic, the kids planned a special sleepover.
They invited three friends, decorated the attic with glowing balloons and string lights, and left a chair just for Simon.
At midnight, Simon floated down and told his very first ghost joke:
“Why did the ghost go to the doctor?”
“Why?” the kids asked.
“Because he was coffin!”
Laughter exploded through the attic.
Then came the second joke:
“What kind of street do ghosts like to live on? Dead ends!”
By the end of the night, everyone was laughing, even the parents downstairs.
Simon was no longer just a sneezing ghost. He was a ghost friend. A ghost performer. And most of all, a ghost who belonged.
Chapter 10: The Happiest Haunting
Years passed. The kids grew older, but they never forgot their attic friend.
Simon stayed in the attic, watching over new families, telling jokes, and—every now and then—sneezing at just the right moment to make someone laugh.
He even wrote a little book: Sneeze First, Haunt Later: A Guide to Being a Friendly Ghost.
And if you ever pass by that old house on Maple Street and hear a loud “AHHH-CHOO!” from the attic…
Don’t be scared.
It’s just Sneezey McSpook saying hello.
Story 3: The Ghost Who Was Afraid of the Dark
Chapter 1: A Not-So-Spooky Secret
In the tiny town of Willowville, there lived a ghost named Gary.
Now, Gary was not like the ghosts in spooky books. He didn’t haunt graveyards. He didn’t howl at midnight. He didn’t even float through walls—unless the lights were on.
That’s because Gary had a secret.
He was afraid of the dark.
Yes. A ghost. Afraid of the very thing ghosts are supposed to love.
He didn’t like how quiet it got. He didn’t like the way shadows moved. And he definitely didn’t like closets—too many hiding spots.
So while other ghosts haunted castles and old houses, Gary lived in… a flashlight.
Yep. A flashlight.
Chapter 2: The Flashlight Life
It wasn’t just any flashlight. It was a small yellow one with a smiley face sticker and glitter on the handle. It belonged to a little girl named Ellie.
Every night, Ellie would turn on her flashlight and read books in bed. She loved ghost stories. Funny ones, not the scary kind.
What she didn’t know was that inside the flashlight, tucked behind the bulb, was Gary.
When the light was off, Gary stayed curled up, hiding his eyes.
But when the light clicked on—ZAP!—Gary peeked out, yawned, and stretched.
“Ahhh… finally some light,” he’d whisper.
Sometimes he’d peek out and watch Ellie read.
He liked her. She never screamed or said mean things about ghosts. She laughed at silly stories and made monster voices with her toys.
Gary thought, If I wasn’t so scared, maybe I could be her friend.
Chapter 3: Discovery
One night, the batteries started to run low. The flashlight flickered and went dark.
“No no no!” Gary cried. “Don’t leave me in the dark!”
Ellie sat up in bed. “What was that?”
Gary gasped. Oops.
He slowly peeked out of the flashlight.
Ellie’s eyes widened.
“Wait… are you a… ghost?”
Gary floated out, glowing softly in the moonlight. He looked embarrassed.
“Yes,” he said, very quietly. “But please don’t scream.”
Ellie tilted her head. “You’re not scary.”
“I know,” Gary said. “I’m not very good at haunting. I get too scared.”
“Scared of what?”
Gary pointed around the room. “The dark. Shadows. Those weird creaky sounds. Closets.”
Ellie blinked. “You live in a flashlight… because you’re scared of the dark?”
Gary nodded.
Ellie smiled. “That’s kind of awesome.”
Chapter 4: Nightlight Adventures
The next day, Ellie had a plan.
“We’re going to help you, Gary,” she said. “You shouldn’t be afraid of your own bedtime.”
Gary wasn’t so sure. “I’m not ready for pitch-black darkness.”
“Baby steps,” Ellie said.
She placed glow-in-the-dark stars all over her room. She plugged in a tiny puppy nightlight and gave Gary a blanket covered in cartoon suns.
Gary floated around nervously.
“Okay,” Ellie said. “Let’s try turning the light off for five seconds.”
Gary shook. “Five?”
Ellie nodded. “You’ll be okay. I’m right here.”
She clicked the switch.
The room went dark… except for the stars and the puppy nightlight.
“Five… four… three… two…”
“ONE!” Gary cried.
She clicked it back on.
Gary floated in a circle. “I did it! I survived!”
Ellie laughed. “You didn’t even melt.”
Chapter 5: The Closet Challenge
Ellie knew there was one more test.
“The closet,” she said, pointing to the big wooden door near her bed.
Gary gulped. “No. Not the closet.”
“Just a peek,” Ellie said. “You’re safe with me.”
They walked over together. Gary hid behind her shoulder.
Ellie opened the door slowly.
Inside: some jackets, a soccer ball, and a box of Legos.
No monsters. No spiders. No spooky shadows.
Just stuff.
Gary floated in cautiously. “This… isn’t so bad.”
“Exactly,” Ellie said. “See? Nothing scary here.”
Then the soccer ball rolled out and bumped into Gary.
“AAAAAH!” he screamed, flipping upside down.
Ellie laughed. “It’s just a ball!”
Gary laughed too, a little embarrassed. “Okay… maybe closets aren’t evil.”
Chapter 6: Shadow Games
To help Gary feel even braver, Ellie showed him how to make shadow puppets on the wall.
They made bunnies. Dinosaurs. A ghost with big ears.
Gary loved it.
He started making his own shapes. Wobbly circles. Pointy hats. A stick-figure giraffe.
Then he had an idea.
He made a shape of a ghost with a cape and said, “This is Super Gary, the Brave.”
Ellie clapped. “See? You’re already braver than you think.”
Gary smiled. For the first time ever, the dark didn’t feel so dark.
It felt… fun.
Chapter 7: Flashlight Troubles
One night, something terrible happened.
The flashlight wouldn’t turn on.
Ellie clicked it over and over. “Come on…”
Gary was still inside, but the batteries were gone.
He peeked out slowly.
“Ellie?” he whispered.
She gasped. “Gary! You’re still here!”
“But… the flashlight’s dead,” he said. “What now?”
Ellie looked around the room. “Well, you don’t need it anymore.”
Gary froze. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve faced shadows. Closets. Even a bouncy soccer ball. You don’t need to hide in the light. You can float free.”
Gary looked around the room. The stars were glowing. The puppy nightlight blinked softly. The shadows didn’t move in scary ways anymore.
“You really think I can do it?”
Ellie smiled. “I know you can.”
Chapter 8: Brave in the Dark
That night, Gary didn’t go back into the flashlight.
He floated beside Ellie’s bed as she fell asleep, softly glowing.
He wasn’t hiding. He wasn’t shaking. He was just… there.
The dark wasn’t the enemy anymore. It was just part of the night.
And with stars, giggles, and a best friend by his side, Gary was no longer the ghost who lived in a flashlight.
He was just Gary.
Brave. Glowy. Happy.
And just a little bit silly.
Chapter 9: Gary the Night Helper
Gary found new ways to help Ellie.
When she had bad dreams, he whispered silly jokes until she smiled.
When she lost her socks, he found them floating near the closet.
He even helped her scare away a spider once. (Well, sort of. He screamed louder than she did.)
And if Ellie ever needed light, Gary would glow softly—just enough to find the bathroom or a glass of water.
She didn’t need a flashlight anymore.
She had Gary.
Chapter 10: Ghost Sleepovers
One weekend, Ellie invited her cousins over for a sleepover.
She didn’t tell them about Gary.
They all snuggled into blankets, told funny stories, and played flashlight tag.
At one point, the lights flickered.
“Who turned them off?” one cousin asked.
Then they saw it—a soft, glowing light floating above their heads.
“Whoa,” whispered her cousin. “Is that… a ghost?”
Ellie grinned. “Yep. That’s Gary. Don’t worry—he’s the nice kind.”
Gary did shadow puppets on the ceiling and told his best joke:
“Why did the ghost stop haunting closets?”
“Because he was too scared of coat hangers!”
The kids laughed so hard they woke the dog.
Chapter 11: Gary’s Storybook
Later that week, Ellie made Gary a special gift.
It was a little book, drawn with crayons and stickers.
“Gary the Ghost Who Got Brave.”
Each page showed a moment—Gary floating through the closet, Gary doing shadow puppets, Gary hiding in a flashlight with a scared face.
And then the last page showed Gary smiling next to Ellie, floating free in the starry night.
Gary looked at it and teared up (well, if ghosts could cry).
“You really made this for me?”
“Of course,” Ellie said. “You’re my best ghost.”
Chapter 12: Not Afraid Anymore
From then on, Gary floated around freely.
He still liked light, of course. He still loved the warm glow of Ellie’s nightlight.
But he didn’t panic in the dark.
He’d look around and say, “I’ve got this.”
He even helped other scared ghosts feel braver too.
Because if Gary could learn to love the dark… maybe they could too.
And at bedtime, when Ellie turned off the lights, Gary would float near the stars on the ceiling and whisper,
“Goodnight, friend. I’ve got your back.”
The End
Story 4: The Invisible Ghost Who Kept Losing Himself
Chapter 1: A Ghost You Couldn’t See (Not Even a Little)
Gus was a ghost with a very big problem.
He was completely invisible.
Not invisible like the other ghosts, who could choose to disappear.
No—Gus was invisible all the time. Even to himself.
He couldn’t see his hands, his feet, his arms… not even his floaty little ghost tail.
It might sound cool, but for Gus, it was a daily disaster.
He bumped into walls, floated into windows, and once, he got tangled up in a ceiling fan because he forgot where his head was.
“Oh no, not again!” he groaned as he spun through the air like a haunted helicopter.
Life as an invisible ghost was not easy.
Chapter 2: The Day Gus Got Really Lost
One Tuesday evening, Gus floated into a new house.
He was supposed to be haunting the upstairs hallway. Just a few light creaks, soft whooshes, and classic ghosty stuff.
But the moment he entered, he forgot where his ghost feet were and floated headfirst into a curtain rod.
CLANG!
“Oops,” he muttered.
Downstairs, two kids—Noah and Ruby—heard the noise.
“Did you hear that?” Ruby asked.
“Yeah,” said Noah. “Sounds like someone just sneezed into the window.”
They crept upstairs, flashlights in hand.
“Hello?” Noah called.
From the corner came a small, tired voice.
“Please help… I think I lost my left side.”
Ruby’s eyes went wide. “Was that the ghost?”
“Yup,” Gus said. “I’m stuck in the curtain again.”
Chapter 3: Meet Gus
The kids slowly walked in.
“I don’t see anyone,” Noah said.
“That’s the point,” said Gus. “I’m invisible.”
“Can you prove it?” Ruby asked.
Gus sighed. “Try tossing something at me.”
Noah picked up a sock and gently tossed it into the air.
POOF.
It stopped mid-air and dropped straight down.
“Whoa!” the kids said together.
“I’m telling you,” Gus said, “being invisible sounds awesome—but it’s a real pain when you can’t even see your own ghost hands.”
Ruby thought for a moment.
“Would it help if we figured out how to make you visible again?”
Gus perked up. “Would you really do that?”
“Sure,” Noah said. “But first… maybe get out of the curtain.”
Chapter 4: Operation: Ghost Glow-Up
The kids got to work. They made a list.
How to Make Gus Visible (Maybe):
- Sprinkle flour on him
- Use glow-in-the-dark paint
- Wrap him in toilet paper like a mummy
- Try glitter. Lots of glitter.
They started with flour. Ruby tossed a handful in the air.
“Tell us when you feel it!”
“Now!” Gus shouted—and POOF—the flour landed in the shape of a ghost with very confused shoulders.
“That’s you?” Noah asked.
“I think so. But now I feel like a ghost donut.”
Next, they tried glow paint. But it just floated mid-air and dripped onto Noah’s shoes.
“Sorry!” Gus said. “Still figuring out where my toes are.”
They even tried wrapping toilet paper around empty space.
It ended in a mess—and a giggle fit.
Chapter 5: Glitter to the Rescue
Just when they were out of ideas, Ruby ran downstairs.
She came back with an art box filled with shiny pink glitter.
“I’m not cleaning that up,” Noah said.
“It’s worth a shot,” Ruby said, tossing a handful into the air.
SPARKLE SPARKLE SPARKLE
The glitter rained down… and stuck.
Suddenly, in the middle of the room was a glittery, wobbling outline of a ghost.
“IT’S WORKING!” Gus shouted. “I CAN SEE MY ELBOW!”
“You look like a disco balloon,” said Noah.
“I don’t care!” Gus cheered. “I have elbows!”
From that moment on, Gus never left home without glitter.
Chapter 6: Sparkle Gus
Gus loved his new look. He became the sparkliest ghost in the neighborhood.
He floated through rooms leaving trails of glitter behind.
He sparkled in moonlight. He glowed in flashlights. He even made tiny glitter shapes on the windows just for fun.
The kids helped decorate him with glow tape and stickers. They made him a t-shirt that said “GLITTER GHOST RULES.”
Gus started helping around the house.
He floated toys back to the shelf.
He flicked on lights when the kids got scared at night.
He even scared away one of Ruby’s bad dreams—just by sneezing glitter in its face.
Chapter 7: Gus Gets Famous
One night, Noah posted a video on his ghost blog.
It showed glitter floating in the air and the sound of Gus laughing as he bumped into a lamp.
The internet loved it.
People started calling him “The Invisible Giggle Ghost.”
Fans wrote letters asking for autographs. One kid even mailed a can of glitter labeled “FOR GUS.”
The family made him his own little ghost room—lined with glow lights, shiny paper, and a disco ball.
Gus couldn’t stop smiling. “I never thought being invisible could make me famous!”
“You’re not just famous,” Ruby said. “You’re awesome.”
Chapter 8: Gus at School
One day, the kids decided to sneak Gus to school.
“Just be quiet,” Noah whispered. “And no sneezing.”
They put glitter on him so they’d know where he was.
During art class, Gus helped paint from the air. Everyone was amazed at the floating brush.
In music, he floated a triangle that dinged at the perfect time.
“Is the room haunted?” the teacher asked.
Noah smiled. “Kind of.”
But then in gym class, someone threw a dodgeball… and Gus didn’t see it coming.
BOINK!
He let out a loud “WHOOOOOPS!” and glitter exploded everywhere.
The entire class gasped.
“GHOST!” someone shouted.
Gus zoomed out of the gym, laughing.
Chapter 9: Gus Finds His Footing
With help from the kids, Gus learned more about his own body.
He mapped out where his arms were by sticking puffballs to them.
He practiced floating in straight lines by using string lights as a path.
He even tried to “draw himself” with sidewalk chalk (it mostly looked like a spaghetti monster, but he tried).
And you know what?
He got better.
He bumped into fewer walls. He twirled without crashing. He even danced!
One night, Ruby played music and Gus danced so hard that glitter flew across the entire living room.
The family called it the “Ghost Glitter Storm.”
Chapter 10: Goodbye, Curtain Trouble
One day, Gus floated back up to the curtain where they’d first met him.
He floated through it easily.
No bumps. No falls. No tangled arms.
“Look at you,” Ruby said. “You’re a floating pro now.”
“I still can’t see my face,” Gus said. “But I don’t mind anymore.”
“Because you found yourself,” Noah said.
“Exactly,” said Gus. “I may be invisible—but I’ve never felt more seen.”
He floated a little higher, glitter twinkling like stars.
Chapter 11: A Ghost to Remember
Gus didn’t need to haunt anymore.
Instead, he became a helper ghost.
He helped kids who were scared of the dark.
He left sparkly notes under pillows with messages like, “You’re braver than you think!”
He taught art classes (with floating paintbrushes, of course).
He even visited ghost school and gave a speech:
“You don’t need to be seen to make people smile. You just need to show up—and maybe wear glitter.”
The ghost students clapped and threw confetti. Gus sparkled even more.
Chapter 12: Always Around
Even though Gus was still invisible, he was never lost again.
He had friends. He had sparkle. He had purpose.
And whenever someone said, “I feel like something’s watching me…” they’d turn and see a little trail of glitter floating by, followed by a giggle.
Because Gus was there.
Helping.
Laughing.
And being his wonderfully invisible self.
The End
Story 5: The Ghost in the Washing Machine
Chapter 1: Poppy Gets Stuck
Poppy was a curious little ghost.
She wasn’t scary, or spooky, or even floaty in a straight line. What she was—was clumsy.
She tried haunting bedrooms but tripped over nightlights. She tried hiding in closets but sneezed into hanging coats. So one day, she decided to try something new.
“I’ll haunt the laundry room!” she said, proudly. “Nobody expects a ghost in the spin cycle!”
And at first, it was going fine. She floated past the shelves of detergent. She hovered over the laundry basket. She even made the dryer buzz twice in a row—just for fun.
But then she saw the washing machine.
Big. Round. Shiny door.
Hmm… I wonder what’s inside?
She floated too close, got sucked in mid-cycle, and the door clicked shut.
“Uh-oh,” said Poppy.
SWOOSH. WHOOSH. SPINNNNNN!
Chapter 2: The Sock Hat
Poppy spun and tumbled through a soapy tornado.
By the time the washer beeped and stopped, she was dizzy and drenched (even though ghosts don’t technically get wet).
She floated out slowly… only to discover she had a sock on her head and a pair of boxers stuck to her back like a cape.
From the hallway, a voice said, “Mom! The washing machine just burped a ghost!”
Poppy blinked.
A boy and a girl stood at the door, staring with wide eyes.
The boy whispered, “Are you wearing a sock hat?”
Poppy tugged it off. “Not on purpose.”
They burst out laughing.
And just like that—Poppy had been discovered.
Chapter 3: Meet Jack and Lila
Jack and Lila were brother and sister, and they’d never seen a ghost before.
Especially not one with a laundry basket on her foot.
“You’re really… a ghost?” Lila asked.
“Technically, yes,” said Poppy, brushing off a dryer sheet.
“Then why are you in the washing machine?”
“I was curious,” Poppy said. “And now I think it’s haunted me instead.”
Jack giggled. “You don’t seem scary.”
“I’m not,” said Poppy. “I tried to haunt a piano once but got stuck in the sheet music.”
“Want to hang out with us?” Lila asked.
Poppy brightened. “As long as I don’t have to spin again.”
Chapter 4: Poppy’s Laundry Antics
From that day on, Poppy became part of the family—well, kind of.
She didn’t live in a bedroom or the attic. She lived in the laundry room.
She made towels fold themselves (sort of). She turned lost socks into sock puppets. And every time someone dropped a sock, it floated back up like magic.
Soon, the family noticed.
“Where are all the missing socks going?” Mom asked.
“No idea,” Jack said, trying not to giggle.
But Poppy knew.
She had built a sock nest behind the dryer. It had tiny labels: left only, polka dots, mystery toes.
Chapter 5: Sock Detective
Poppy became obsessed with sock mysteries.
She would float through the laundry mid-spin and try to catch escaping socks in mid-air.
She had a checklist:
- Check washer drum
- Peek behind dryer
- Look under laundry basket
- Ask the dog (who once ate a sock)
She called herself: “The Laundry Guardian.”
Sometimes, when the family thought a sock was gone forever, it would appear the next morning—folded on the pillow.
The family began leaving thank-you notes:
“Thanks for finding my unicorn sock! –Lila”
“Sock hero strikes again! –Dad”
Poppy proudly taped each note to the detergent bottle.
Chapter 6: Sock Emergency!
One morning, the family was in a rush.
Dad had a big meeting. Lila had a spelling test. Jack had gym class.
And nobody could find Dad’s lucky socks.
“Where are my green stripey ones?” Dad shouted.
“Poppy!” Jack whispered into the laundry room. “We need you!”
Poppy shot out from the dryer, wrapped in a beach towel like a superhero.
“Sock emergency?” she asked.
“Green. Stripes. Fast!” Lila said.
Poppy zoomed behind the dryer. Checked the nest. Floated into the washing machine like a mission-ready ghost.
“Found ’em!” she called, launching the socks through the air.
They landed on Dad’s head.
“Wha—? How did these—?”
Jack grinned. “Laundry magic.”
Chapter 7: Ghost in the Machine
Poppy started experimenting.
She learned how to ride the spin cycle like a roller coaster.
She timed her jumps to fly out with towels.
She discovered if she hummed ghost songs inside the dryer, it echoed beautifully.
One night, Jack put a load of clothes in, only to hear:
🎵 “This is the song that never ends…” 🎵
“Poppy!” he groaned. “Not again!”
She popped her head out. “You started it last time!”
They both laughed.
Sometimes, she left little messages in soap bubbles:
“Check your pockets!”
“There’s gum in the jeans!”
And once, just for fun, she wrote, “BOO!” in lint on the filter.
Chapter 8: Ghost Trouble
But not everyone was thrilled.
The vacuum cleaner—named Mr. Suckums—hated ghosts.
One day, Poppy sneezed and floated into the hallway, glittering with lint. Mr. Suckums powered on.
ZZZRRRRRR!
“NOPE!” Poppy yelled, zooming back to the laundry room.
Later, the vacuum was found tangled in a laundry net, with a sign stuck to it:
“VACUUMS ARE RUDE –Poppy”
Dad scratched his head. “Did the vacuum… get pranked?”
Jack and Lila just giggled.
Poppy winked.
Chapter 9: Laundry Day Goes Wrong
One Saturday, Dad decided to “deep clean” the laundry room.
“No more weird noises,” he said. “No more floating socks.”
“Uh-oh,” whispered Lila.
He moved baskets. Wiped shelves. Reached behind the dryer—
And found Poppy’s sock nest.
“What is THIS?”
Everyone froze.
Even the dog tilted his head.
Dad held up a note: “Sock sorting system—do not touch.”
Jack stepped forward. “Uh, maybe it’s time you knew… there’s a ghost in the laundry room.”
Dad blinked. “A what now?”
Poppy floated up behind him, slowly, carefully, wearing a towel cape and a bra for a hat.
“Hi,” she said. “I come in peace.”
Chapter 10: Ghost Negotiation
Dad stared.
Then blinked.
Then stared some more.
“You… live in my washing machine?”
“Only sometimes,” said Poppy. “It’s cozy.”
“You’ve been organizing socks?”
“Yep!”
“You sang a song in the dryer?”
“Guilty.”
Then Dad did something no one expected.
He laughed.
“Alright, Ghost Girl. You can stay. But no more jumping out during laundry folding. I spilled coffee last time.”
“Deal,” said Poppy.
And from that day on, she was officially part of the laundry crew.
Chapter 11: The Sock Museum
To celebrate her official title, Poppy built a Sock Museum behind the detergent shelf.
She gave tours to the kids.
“This sock has three toes—rare breed. This one has a hole shaped like a donut. This one glows in the dark.”
She even made signs:
“Please do not touch the socks unless you’re a ghost or extremely polite.”
Jack helped make a gift shop that sold drawings of socks.
Lila wrote a book called “Socks & Spirits: A Laundry Tale.”
They read it at bedtime, while Poppy floated by with a light-up laundry basket halo.
Chapter 12: Always Spinning
Poppy never haunted bedrooms. She never made walls creak or gave anyone goosebumps.
She haunted something better.
She haunted laundry.
And somehow, that made her the most useful ghost anyone had ever met.
She found more socks than anyone thought possible.
She turned boring chores into silly games.
She even sang backup vocals for the washing machine’s beep music.
Every time the laundry spun, the kids smiled.
Because they knew Poppy was in there, doing loop-the-loops and making laundry a little more magical.
So if your socks ever go missing—check your washing machine.
Poppy might be there, wearing one as a hat and humming a ghosty tune.
The End
Story 6: The Ghost Who Couldn’t Float Straight
Chapter 1: Meet Wibble
Wibble was a ghost.
Well… mostly.
He floated. He glowed (just a little). He could even pass through walls—sometimes.
But Wibble had one tiny, wiggly, wobbly problem.
He could not float in a straight line.
Not ever.
He zigged when he was supposed to zag. He turned left when he meant to go right. And sometimes, he spun in slow ghosty circles without realizing it.
“Oops… again?” he’d mumble, after bumping into yet another bookshelf.
The other ghosts called him “Loop-de-loo.” His flying looked more like swimming. Or flailing. Or dancing in slow motion.
“I don’t mean to wobble,” Wibble said. “My ghost body just… does its own thing.”
But even though he was clumsy, Wibble had the brightest heart.
And the curliest float path.
Chapter 2: Haunted Hallway Disasters
Wibble had been assigned to haunt a hallway in a quiet house on Maple Street.
“Easy job,” said the ghost trainer. “Just float down the hall and moan a bit.”
“Got it!” Wibble said confidently.
But the moment he floated forward—WHAM—he swerved left into a coat rack.
Then spun in a loop, flipped upside down, and knocked over a picture frame.
He tried again.
BAM! Into a shoe shelf.
The ghost trainer watched in silence.
“…Maybe you should try gardening,” he said.
“But ghosts don’t garden,” Wibble mumbled, rubbing his head.
“Exactly.”
Wibble sighed.
Chapter 3: Art Attack
Wibble was about to give up haunting forever when something strange happened.
One afternoon, he floated through a kid’s playroom, zigzagging like usual.
CRASH! His tail hit a paint easel.
A blob of blue paint flew across the room and splattered onto a white canvas.
Then red. Then yellow. Then green.
Paint flew in every direction as Wibble wobbled around in mid-air, trying to get out.
When he finally escaped, spinning slowly with a paintbrush stuck to his foot, he looked back.
And gasped.
On the canvas was a weird, twisty, colorful splatter painting.
It looked… amazing.
Chapter 4: Enter Emma
That same evening, Emma, the little girl who lived in the house, walked into the room.
She stopped.
“Whoa,” she whispered. “Who made this?”
She looked around. The easel was knocked over. Paint was everywhere.
Then she saw it: a paintbrush floating slowly down from the air.
“Is there… a ghost in here?” she asked.
Wibble peeked out from behind a lamp.
“Hi.”
Emma blinked. “Did you make this painting?”
“Not on purpose,” Wibble said. “I just crashed into stuff.”
Emma smiled. “Well… it’s incredible.”
Wibble floated closer. “Really?”
“I mean, it’s a total mess. But like… a beautiful mess.”
Wibble smiled for the first time in days.
Chapter 5: Ghost Artist in Training
From then on, Wibble became Emma’s secret art partner.
Every day after school, she’d set up paint bottles and big white papers.
Then Wibble would float around—zigzagging, spinning, twirling—while Emma tossed paint into the air.
Some days, Wibble wobbled in loops.
Other days, he bounced off the walls (literally), leaving trails of color in the air.
They called their style “Wobble Art.”
Emma’s parents had no idea where the art was coming from, but they loved it.
“You’re so creative!” her mom said.
“Uh… thanks?” Emma grinned.
She didn’t tell them about her ghost friend.
Chapter 6: Art Show Panic
One day, Emma’s teacher announced an art contest.
“The whole town will be there,” she said. “You can submit one piece.”
Emma knew right away—Wibble had to be part of it.
She told him about the contest.
“You should enter! Your wobble paintings are amazing!”
Wibble turned a little pale (well, ghost-pale-er than usual).
“Me? In front of people?”
“You won’t be in front of them,” Emma said. “Just your art.”
“But what if they laugh? What if they say it’s just a big mess?”
Emma looked him in the eye. “That mess makes people feel something.”
Wibble gulped. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Chapter 7: Creating the Masterpiece
They worked all week.
Wibble practiced his most graceful wobbles.
Emma figured out the best places to splash color.
One day, Wibble spun into a slow spiral and Emma tossed glitter at just the right moment.
It shimmered like a galaxy.
Another day, Wibble wobbled upside down while holding two paintbrushes—one in each ghost hand.
That piece looked like a flying jellyfish explosion.
Emma called it “Joyquake.”
Finally, they made their biggest piece yet: a six-foot painting with loops, zigzags, and swirls in every direction.
Wibble floated back, covered in stickers and paint.
“I think… it’s perfect,” Emma whispered.
Chapter 8: The Big Day
The town art show was held in the park.
There were paintings of mountains. Animals. Fruit bowls. One was just blue dots.
Emma’s painting stood tall in the middle—colorful, wild, full of energy.
She titled it: “The Wobble Inside.”
People stopped. Stared. Smiled.
“Who made this?” they asked.
Emma shrugged. “Just me and… a friend.”
Wibble floated nearby, invisible. He was shaking with nerves.
Then someone said, “It feels like dancing.”
And another said, “I want to hang this in my living room!”
Wibble’s eyes widened.
“They… like it?”
Emma grinned. “Told you so.”
Chapter 9: The Wobble Club
After the art show, Emma and Wibble started a little group: The Wobble Club.
They invited other kids to paint with their eyes closed. To spin while drawing. To paint with their elbows and feet.
No rules. Just fun.
Wibble stayed invisible, but he helped swirl the paint or gently float brushes to the right spots.
Kids laughed, spilled paint, made wild shapes—and loved every second.
It wasn’t about perfect lines.
It was about feeling free.
“Turns out,” Wibble said, “wobbling is kind of… wonderful.”
Chapter 10: Wibble’s Wall
One day, Emma’s parents turned an empty wall in the house into “Wibble’s Wall.”
They hung all the paintings made with his help.
Little swirls. Big zigzags. Even one where he accidentally floated into a plate of spaghetti.
(They titled that one: “Midnight Noodles.”)
Every time Wibble saw the wall, he smiled.
“I never thought I’d be an artist,” he said.
“You always were,” Emma replied. “You just float different.”
Chapter 11: A Ghost With a Wiggle
Word of the “Wobble Ghost” spread.
More kids wanted to join the club.
Some tried wobbling like Wibble.
Some made “Wibble Hats” with sparkles.
Someone even made a t-shirt: “I float like Wibble.”
Wibble still bumped into the occasional lamp or sneezed into a paintbrush, but he didn’t mind.
Because every time he floated into a new zigzag…
He left joy behind.
Chapter 12: Always Wobbling
Wibble never learned how to float straight.
He never moaned through dark hallways or made people scream.
But he painted.
He twirled.
He splashed, spun, giggled, and glowed.
He turned his wobble into wonder.
And whenever someone asked Emma how she made such magical art, she’d smile and say,
“Oh, I had help—from a ghost who couldn’t float straight.”
And if you looked very closely…
You might just see a trail of glitter looping through the air.
The End
Story 7: Sir Spook-a-Lot and the Burping Curse
Chapter 1: The Very Polite Ghost
Once upon a time, in a big old castle with squeaky doors and chilly hallways, there lived a ghost named Sir Spook-a-Lot.
Sir Spook-a-Lot was not your average ghost.
He didn’t groan or float upside-down just to scare people. He didn’t rattle chains or hide under beds.
No—Sir Spook-a-Lot was very proper.
He wore a ghostly monocle, spoke with a royal accent, and practiced his haunting lines in the mirror every morning.
“Bewaaaaaare…” he’d whisper dramatically.
“Leave now while you still caaaaan…”
“Your tea is—BUUUURRP!”
That’s right.
Sir Spook-a-Lot had a problem.
Every time he tried to say something spooky… he burped.
Loudly.
Chapter 2: The Curse Begins
It all started one chilly evening after ghost choir practice.
Sir Spook-a-Lot had just enjoyed a post-haunt snack of ghostly bean stew.
He floated up to the castle’s grand hallway and declared, “I am the spirit of—BUUUURP!”
Everyone froze.
A knight dropped his helmet. A butler dropped the tea tray.
Then a kid named Ellie giggled. “Did the ghost just… burp?”
Sir Spook-a-Lot turned red (or at least, ghost-pink).
“I-I-I beg your pardon!” he said. But when he tried to vanish in shame—he burped again.
From that night on, the burping got worse.
And funnier.
Chapter 3: Castle Full of Giggles
Sir Spook-a-Lot tried everything to stop the burping.
He floated upside down.
He drank peppermint ghost tea.
He even wore a clothespin on his ghost nose (don’t ask why).
But nothing worked.
Every “Beware” turned into “BUUURP!”
Every “Go away!” came out as “Go a—BURP!”
Soon, no one in the castle was scared of him.
In fact, the kids followed him around on purpose just to hear him talk.
“Say something spooky!” they’d beg.
“Absolutely not!” Sir Spook-a-Lot said, floating away with great drama—BURP!
The kids burst into laughter.
“I shall never haunt again,” he said sadly. “I’m a ghost… with a gassy reputation.”
Chapter 4: Enter the Tea Party Ghost Club
One day, a group of kids—Ellie, Max, and Ravi—knocked on the old dining room door.
Sir Spook-a-Lot opened it with a sigh. “What is it now? Come to hear the ghost belch again?”
“Nope,” said Ellie. “We came to invite you to a tea party.”
“A tea party?”
“Yes,” Max said. “With ghost cupcakes and invisible lemonade.”
“And no one will mind if you burp,” Ravi added.
Sir Spook-a-Lot blinked.
“I… well, that’s very kind.”
So he joined them.
They decorated the table with cobweb streamers. They poured pretend tea into floating cups.
Sir Spook-a-Lot took a deep breath and said,
“A toast to new friends—BUUUUURP!”
And all the kids cheered.
Chapter 5: The Haunted Tea Room
The tea parties became a regular thing.
Every Thursday at 4:00 sharp, Sir Spook-a-Lot would float in with a little ghost bowtie.
The kids brought snacks. Sir Spook-a-Lot brought fancy ghost napkins.
They played burping bingo.
They had contests like “Loudest Floaty Belch.”
Sir Spook-a-Lot even composed a song:
🎵 “Oh I tried to be scary,
I really did care-y,
But now when I speak—
BUUURP—I’m quite merry!” 🎵
Soon, the haunted castle wasn’t known for its spooks anymore.
It was known for its burping ghost and the silliest tea parties in the land.
Chapter 6: The Knightly Visitor
One day, a brave young knight named Sir Chad arrived at the castle.
“I have come to fight the ghost that haunts these halls!” he declared, swinging a plastic sword.
Max tried to explain, but it was too late.
Sir Spook-a-Lot appeared from the hallway in a swirl of fog.
He stood tall. He spoke deeply.
“I am the mighty spirit who—BUUUURP!”
Sir Chad froze.
Then—he started to laugh.
“Are you serious?” he said. “That’s it?”
“I’m terribly sorry,” Sir Spook-a-Lot said.
“No! That was amazing!” said Chad. “Do it again!”
Sir Spook-a-Lot blinked.
“…Really?”
Chapter 7: A New Kind of Knight
Sir Chad didn’t fight the ghost.
He joined the tea party.
He brought chocolate chip scones and ghost armor made of cereal boxes.
He gave Sir Spook-a-Lot a new name: Sir Burps-a-Lot.
At first, the ghost wasn’t sure.
“But… I used to be a legend!” he said.
“You still are,” Ellie said. “Just the fun kind.”
Sir Spook-a-Lot thought for a moment. Then smiled.
“Very well. From now on… call me Sir Spook-a-Lot the Jolly!”
BURP!
Everyone cheered.
Chapter 8: The Burping Ball
To celebrate their ghostly friendship, the kids hosted a Burping Ball in the grand hall.
They wore paper crowns and ghost capes.
Sir Spook-a-Lot floated in wearing a top hat made from a teacup.
There were burping contests (loud and quiet).
A dance floor with spinny ghost waltzes.
And a dessert table filled with marshmallows and mystery fizz.
At the end of the night, Sir Spook-a-Lot made a toast:
“To laughter, to silliness, and to never holding in a burp!”
BUUUURP!
It echoed through the halls like music.
Chapter 9: Spooky Fame
Word of Sir Spook-a-Lot’s “burping curse” spread far and wide.
Tourists came just to giggle at his haunted hiccups.
Other ghosts visited the castle to meet the famous fun-haunter.
Some even asked for burping lessons.
Sir Spook-a-Lot felt proud.
He had spent so long trying to be scary…
He never knew he could be legendary in a whole new way.
“I used to chase people away,” he told the kids. “Now they bring cupcakes!”
Chapter 10: A Ghost’s New Legacy
Sir Spook-a-Lot no longer practiced scary moans.
Instead, he wrote poems like:
“If haunting is awkward,
If spooking feels wrong—
Just let out a burp,
And sing your own song!”
He helped shy ghosts find their own funny sides.
He hosted ghost comedy nights.
And once, he burped during a thunderstorm and got a standing ovation from the clouds.
Chapter 11: Sir Spook-a-Lot’s Museum of Misburps
In one dusty hallway of the castle, the kids made a tiny museum.
It was called The Misburp Hall of Fame.
Inside were:
- The teacup top hat
- The burping bingo cards
- A sock puppet named Sir Tooty
- A scroll of burp poems
Sir Spook-a-Lot gave tours every weekend.
“Here is where I first tried to moan but ended up farting through a burp!”
Visitors laughed until their cheeks hurt.
Chapter 12: Burps That Bring Us Together
Sir Spook-a-Lot had once felt cursed.
Now, he knew better.
His burps made people laugh.
They brought kids and ghosts together.
They turned a gloomy castle into the happiest haunted house around.
And whenever he felt unsure, he’d remember:
A proper ghost doesn’t need to be serious…
Just sincere.
And maybe a little silly.
So if you ever visit the old castle on the hill and hear a loud BUUURP in the night—
Don’t be scared.
Just smile.
Sir Spook-a-Lot is saying hello.
The End
Why Kids Love (and Need) Funny Ghost Stories?
Because funny ghost stories turn spooky into silly—and that’s exactly the kind of magic kids need.
They’re “Just a Little Spooky”
Kids enjoy a little thrill. Funny ghost stories are exciting—but never too much. Just the right amount of “boo” with a big “ha-ha” after.
Laughter Helps Beat Fear
When kids laugh at a ghost who wears bunny slippers, they stop being scared of things that go bump in the night.
Stories Build Big Imaginations
Ghosts that can’t stop hiccuping? A haunted backpack? These ideas help kids think creatively—and maybe write their own stories, too!
What Makes a Funny Ghost Story Work?
Want to tell a ghost story that gets giggles, not gasps? Keep these things in mind:
Lightly Spooky Place
Old attic, empty classroom, backyard treehouse at night—just spooky enough.
A Goofy Ghost
Not scary—just clumsy, forgetful, or always hungry for jellybeans.
A Funny Problem
Like… a ghost who keeps getting stuck in walls or one who lost its favorite invisible hat.
Silly Moments
Think banana peel slips, talking pumpkins, or a ghost who says “moo” instead of “boo.”
A Happy or Funny Ending
Maybe the ghost becomes a baker or joins a band. Leave kids laughing at the end.
Keep It Short & Simple
Aim for 3–5 minutes when read out loud. Easy to follow, easy to enjoy.
How to Make Your Own Funny Ghost Story?
Here’s a simple way to build a story in minutes:
Start with a Ghost
Name them. Give them a silly habit. Maybe they love bubblegum or dance to disco.
Pick a Place
Locker room, library, garden shed. Make it a little spooky, a lot fun.
Add a Problem
They lost their boo. They’re allergic to moonlight. They can’t stop floating into windows.
Use Funny Words & Sounds
Words like wiggle, splat, bounce! Add ghosty sounds like OooOOooo! and Oops!
Make It End with a Smile
A funny twist, a ghost talent show, or maybe the ghost just wants a bedtime story too!
Keep It Quick
300–500 words is perfect. Or just tell it out loud in 3–5 minutes.
Storytelling Tips for Parents & Teachers
Make storytime even more fun:
Use Voices!
Make your ghost squeaky, slow, or sneezy. Silly voices = big laughs.
Act It Out
Float around, wave your arms, wear a sheet if you want! Props are great too.
Ask Kids to Guess
“What do you think the ghost will do next?” Let their ideas shape the ending.
Wrap Up with a Fun Activity
Let them draw their ghost, write their own ending, or act it out with puppets.
Conclusion
Funny ghost stories are more than just silly tales—they help kids laugh, create, and feel brave.
You don’t need to be a writer to come up with one. Just start with a goofy ghost and let the giggles guide you.
So, what’s your story?
Did your ghost wear flip-flops? Or mix up their boo with a burp? Share it with the kids, your class—or just during bedtime.
And don’t forget to ask the little ones—
“What would YOUR ghost be like?”
Mark Richards is the creative mind behind Classica FM, a podcast platform that brings stories, knowledge, and inspiration to listeners of all ages. With a passion for storytelling and a love for diverse topics, he curates engaging content—from kids’ tales to thought-provoking discussions for young adults.
