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The House of Borrowed Light The streetlights had that cold, tired quality they only get after nine o’clock on Halloween. Eleven-year-old Leo and his little sister, Lily, were determined to get one last house before going home. Their final stop was 404 Willow Lane, a pale grey house that was perfectly neat and seemed to absorb all sound. Lily hesitated on the porch. A strange, swirling light, like a thousand candles burning underwater, flickered from the front window. When she rang the bell, it gave a soft, ominous chime. The door opened to a man so old he looked like carved wood. His wide eyes held the same watery light. He didn’t offer candy, only a question. “I collect something far more valuable than chocolate,” he rasped, looking at Lily’s overstuffed pumpkin. “The leftover light—the last, frantic shimmer of the night’s excitement that clings to your bucket. I will trade you a sweet you will never forget for that glimmer of joy.” Leo felt immediate dread. “We’re good, thanks,” he muttered, trying to pull Lily away, but the man was faster. He passed his hand, palm down, an inch above the rim of the pumpkin. Lily gasped. Her vibrant, joyful orange bucket instantly turned dull. The plastic seemed to droop, and the happy energy that made the candy rattle went silent. The man’s eyes flickered, becoming momentarily brighter. He reached into his pocket and placed a small, heavy piece of grey stone into Lily’s palm. It was carved faintly into the shape of a candy corn and was profoundly cold. “Until next year,” the man murmured, and the door clicked shut. Lily dropped the stone. “I just… feel tired.” As they hurried away, Leo looked back. The window light at 404 Willow Lane was now a blinding, impossibly vivid white, radiating a stolen joy. Leo picked up the cold, silent stone, a heavy piece of solidified night, and tucked it into his pocket, waiting for the next October 31st. Less goo username - Pkisherebaby19