The small group of rather ghoulish looking creatures made their way through the forest to the isolated cottage to spend Halloween night together with their favorite witch.
As the ghoulish guests entered the cottage, they removed their wet galoshes and placed them just inside the door. Once the last ghoul had his galoshes off, they all gathered around a large, black caldron hanging in the oversized hearth, not only to warm their cold, damp ghoulish bodies, but to inhale the irresistible aroma of the goulash that was boiling inside the kettle.
One of the ghouls asked the witch what the secret ingredients were that made her goulash so incredibly delicious.
The witch cackled, as witches are wont to do, and replied, “If I reveal to you, my ghoulish little friends, you must promise not to tell a soul.”
The ghouls all said in unison, “We promise,” and raptly waited to learn the witch’s secret ingredients.
“You know those two children from the village who went missing a few days ago?” The witch said.
“You mean Hansel and Gretel?” one of the ghouls responded.
The witch smiled. “Such tasty little morsels, they are.”
And then she started her cackling again as the ghouls joyfully danced in front of the cauldron with its boiling goulash.
When I read today’s one-word prompt, “ghoulish,” two other similar sounding words popped into my head — goulash and galoshes. So I decided to concoct a tale using all three words.