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Every year on Halloween, little Jack carved the biggest and scariest jack-o'-lantern on the block. The neighbors would shake their heads when he carried it out onto the porch, laughing that it was too scary.
This year, Jack went all out. The pumpkin was huge, and its crooked, grinning mouth and empty, creepy eyes looked as if something was living inside. He placed it in a prominent spot to scare passersby.
As night fell, he lit a candle inside. The flames danced, and the crooked mouth moved as if whispering. Jack didn't pay attention. That night, he was awakened by a noise. A rustling, followed by heavy, slow footsteps in the hallway.
He sat up in bed, listening. The footsteps seemed to stop right outside his door. At that moment, he heard a soft, scratching sound. Three short knocks. Three times.
Jack hesitated to approach the door. But his curiosity got the better of him. With trembling hands, he opened it. The corridor was empty, but on the floor, just in front of his room, there was a small, crooked candle stub. And where it had been, there was a wet, dirty footprint leading straight to the front door. And outside the door, on the porch, he left his terrible