🎃 The Lantern at Hollow Creek
Every Halloween, a single lantern glows on the bridge over Hollow Creek. No one knows who lights it—only that it burns until midnight, then vanishes.
Last year, curious sixteen-year-old Mara stayed behind after the town parade, hiding near the bridge with her flashlight. At 11:47, the fog rolled in. The creek went silent. Then the lantern appeared—floating, swaying gently in the mist.
A voice whispered, “Thank you for waiting.”
Mara’s flashlight flickered out. The next morning, the lantern was gone—but so was Mara. Only her flashlight remained, lying on the bridge… still warm, and still glowing from within.
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