The pumpkin’s grin flickered. Inside, the candle guttered, then died. A cold silence fell.
From the extinguished glow, a wisp of smoke uncoiled. It thickened, forming a slender, shadowed figure with hollow eyes. It drifted past the frozen children on the porch, its touch a sudden, profound chill.
It didn’t rattle chains or scream. It simply drank the warmth from the air, the laughter from their throats, leaving only the quiet echo of a forgotten joy.
Halloween isn’t just for ghosts that remember life. It’s for those that never knew it.
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