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Jhon8

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  7. ID : Jhon8 Happy Halloween 😍😘
  8. Stake id: Jhon8 Happy Halloween
  9. The Last Candle at Jhon8's House On the edge of the old town of Limbo stood a long-abandoned mansion—Jhon8's House. Its windows were covered in dust, its paint peeling, and the night wind always hummed through the gaps in its wooden planks. No one had dared enter since Halloween night thirty years ago, when Jhon8's entire family disappeared without a trace. But tonight, Eddie and his two friends, Drake and Steve, had a plan. "Just an hour inside, then we'll leave. If we dare, we'll be school legends," Eddie said, turning on his flashlight. They passed through the rusty fence, and the door to the house opened by itself—a long, old sigh. The smell of wax and dust mingled in the air. In the middle of the living room, a single candle burned, though all the windows were tightly closed. "Who's—" Drake muttered, but the wind extinguished their flashlights instantly. It was dark. Then a soft voice came from the candle, "Please... don't let it go out." Steve shivered. "Did you hear that?" The candle burned brighter, and on the wall appeared the shadows of Jhon8's family—a father, a mother, and two children, all smiling, but without eyes. Their shadows moved, even though their bodies were gone. Drake was stunned, "They... asked for what?" The shadow of Jhon8's father whispered, his voice like burning paper: "Every Halloween... this candle must stay lit. If it goes out, we wake up." Drake laughed nervously. "Huh, seriously? This must be a trick." He blew out the candle. All was silent. One second. Two seconds. Then the sound of small footsteps coming up the stairs—slow, but getting faster, more numerous, getting closer. The wall shook, and the extinguished candles reignited themselves... but their flames were black. From each shadow emerged a pale hand that pierced the floorboards, reaching for them one by one. The next morning, Jhon8's house looked the same as usual—quiet and peaceful. Except that on the living room table now stood three new candles, burning softly beside the old, black candle. 🎃 Moral of the story: Never extinguish a candle you didn't light yourself — especially on Halloween night. Stake id: Jhon8
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