Every year, the kids on Maple Street dared each other to knock on the door of number 47. It was the only house with no decorations, no lights, and no sound. But every Halloween night, the curtains twitched — just once — like the house itself was blinking.
This year, it was Lily’s turn. She wasn’t scared, or so she said. Armed with a plastic pumpkin and a flashlight, she marched up the path while her friends hid behind the fence, whispering.
When she reached the porch, she noticed the door was slightly open.
“Trick or treat?” she called, half hoping no one would answer.
The door creaked wider.
Inside, it smelled like dust and something faintly sweet — like old candy. The walls were covered in faded photos of children in costumes. A clown. A witch. A vampire. And in every picture, a small figure stood in the corner, blurry and gray, with glowing eyes.
The house groaned. The front door slammed shut.
Lily turned — and froze. One of the photos had changed. It now showed her, standing right there in the hallway, eyes wide, flashlight trembling in her hand.
Outside, her friends waited. After a few minutes, the curtain twitched again.
The house blinked.
And in the window, for the first time in years, a new face stared out.
STAKE ID: Coral35
