The grandfather clock chimed midnight on Halloween. Young Finn watched his jack-o'-lantern, "Grin." It wasn't just carved; it felt alive. A soft, wet thump-thump echoed from inside, a sound like a tiny, insistent heart. Finn touched the damp rind. It was warm.
The carved grin seemed wider now, and the candlelight flickered less, somehow absorbed by the pulp. He leaned closer. A whisper, dry as old leaves, scraped against his ear: "Let me out."
Finn grabbed his coat and fled the room, leaving Grin thumping softly in the dark behind him.
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