🎃 “The Last House on Maple Street”
Every Halloween, kids in town avoid the last house on Maple Street. No one remembers who lives there, but every year, a single pumpkin glows on the porch.
This Halloween, twelve-year-old Ben dared to knock.
“Trick or treat!” he shouted.
The door creaked open by itself. Inside, dozens of pumpkin lanterns flickered — each one carved with a different child’s face.
Ben laughed nervously. “Cool decorations.”
Then he noticed — one pumpkin had his face on it. The mouth was still uncarved.
Behind him, a raspy voice whispered,
“Hold still, dear… I’m not finished yet.”
The next morning, the pumpkin on the porch smiled brightly — its mouth now complete.
And no one ever saw Ben again.
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