I moved to Hollow Creek last October — a quiet little town that takes Halloween very seriously. Everyone puts a lantern on their porch that night.When I asked my neighbor why, she just said, “So he knows you’re not one of his.”I laughed it off and didn’t bother with a lantern. But around midnight, the power went out. The whole street went dark — except for one light moving slowly between the houses.It wasn’t a flashlight. It was an old lantern, glowing green.The figure carrying it stopped at my gate and whispered,“Whose light is missing?”I shut the curtains and didn’t move.In the morning, there were wet footprints on my porch. Bare feet.This year, my lantern’s already lit.
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