"The Jack-o’-Lantern”
Every Halloween, old Mr. Harlow carved a pumpkin and left it on his porch.
He said it kept the spirits away.
This year, he didn’t.
No one saw him in days, but everyone noticed the dark, empty porch.
On Halloween night, a neighbor boy crept up to check.
He found a pumpkin there after all — freshly carved, its grin too wide, its eyes oddly human.
The candle inside flickered once, then went out.
And from inside the pumpkin came a whisper: > “Your turn.”
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