🕯️ The Last Pumpkin Light
In a tiny foggy village, Halloween wasn’t just a holiday—it was the night spooky things went on a field trip to the human world. Everyone had to keep their jack-o’-lanterns glowing, or the creatures would think the house was “available.” Like a horror Airbnb.
Arvin, a boy who was way too proud of his vampire costume, forgot to check his pumpkin. The candle inside had gone out. Oops.
When the clock struck twelve, strange footsteps echoed on the street.
Tap… tap… tap…
Arvin peeked outside. A tall figure with a pumpkin head stood there. Its glowing eyes looked like two angry flashlights and its limbs were long and creaky like old broomsticks.
It whispered,
> “One dark house… Perfect.”
Arvin nearly screamed like a karaoke mic gone wrong. The figure raised a lantern filled with tiny, crying pumpkin faces—like baby pumpkins having the worst night ever.
Suddenly, all jack-o’-lanterns in the village began to dim…
Everything felt colder… and uglier.
Arvin panicked but remembered something—he had a lighter!
He dashed outside (tripped once… okay, twice) and relit his pumpkin.
Fwoosh! It shined brighter than a phone screen at 3 a.m.
The pumpkin-headed creep hissed like a cat stepping on a Lego, then vanished into the fog.
Next morning, Arvin found tiny sooty footprints on his porch—
and a mini jack-o’-lantern with a crooked smile, like it was saying:
> “I’ll be baaack…”
Now, every Halloween, Arvin checks his pumpkin every 5 minutes.
And if your lantern goes out too…
Run.
Or at least scream in style. 🎃😱