Cute ghost holding a locked wooden chest in a cobwebbed attic with bottles, boxes, and a round moon window.

Worried Ghost Beside a Locked Attic Chest

A wide-eyed ghost clutches a banded treasure chest in a dusty attic, under roof beams, cobwebs, bottles, and a moonlit round window.

Free to print for personal and classroom use. This coloring page is part of the Ghost collection, made for ages 8–12 and drawn in a Standard style. A good pick for Halloween.

🎨 How to color it

Give the ghost a pale misty blue, the wooden chest a honey brown, the metal bands a smoky gray, and the attic bottles soft green glass. Use sharp colored pencils for the chest’s wood grain, roof planks, spiderweb strands, and tiny lock details so the fine lines stay clear. Try a cool purple night outside the round window, then add one warm golden glow around the lock to make the chest feel secretly important.

🔢 How this color by number works

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Find each number in the key and fill its zone: 319 zones and 13 colors, sized for adults. Tiny unnumbered slivers borrow the color of their neighbors, and the little model above shows the finished page whenever you want to check your work. More grids like this live in our color by number gallery.

Prefer classic line art? Open this drawing as a regular coloring page.

The story behind this coloring page

Jinxie’s Borrowed Clatter — Under the steep roof, Jinxie dusted the attic bottles every midnight and tapped a plain iron clapper against his palm: clink, clink, clink. Read the full story →

Under the steep roof, Jinxie dusted the attic bottles every midnight and tapped a plain iron clapper against his palm: clink, clink, clink. It looked like junk, but it had been the tongue of the old school bell, the only thing that could make the house’s shadows line up instead of wiggling into rude shapes.

One windy night, the clapper vanished from his shelf with a papery skitter. Because of that, the moonlight shadows began making mustaches on portraits and rabbit ears on sleeping cats; because of that, the attic spider tied himself into a knot laughing. Jinxie found the clapper inside the locked sea chest, where a shy mouse had hidden it to wake her twelve babies for supper.

“Borrow it,” Jinxie whispered, sliding it back through the keyhole after one grand clong set every shadow straight. No one thanked him; no one even woke up. But next midnight, under the steep roof, the attic went clink, clink, clink—can you spot the chest that kept Jinxie’s secret?