The ghost squeaked and vanished.
A ghost floated through the wall, wearing a bedsheet with eyeholes. Madea squinted. "Boy, if you don't take that off your mama's good linen…"
Madea sat down on her porch, candy bowl in hand. "That's right. Ain't nobody scaring Madea on my own block."
Halloween survived another year—thanks to Madea. Let me know which kind of "piece" you actually wanted, and I can refine it further.
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