In addition to helping his dad decorate their house and creating a costume with his mother, Kevin was already dreaming about all the candy he would get. But he couldn’t get rid of one house on his block that wasn’t adorned. He concluded that they could want assistance since he was unable to comprehend why someone would choose not to celebrate.

There was a buzz of excitement throughout the neighborhood as Halloween approached. It felt like every yard was vying to be the “spookiest on the block.”

Cottony cobwebs clung to porches, plastic skeletons hung from trees, and pumpkins with ragged smiles littered the walkways.Eleven-year-old Kevin inhaled the scent of candies and dried leaves, his heart racing with anticipation.

Kevin liked how the entire world seemed to change for one wonderful night on Halloween, which was his favorite day of the year since it allowed him to be whatever he wanted to be.

His gaze flitted from house to house along the pavement, each one adorned with scary ghosts or brilliant jack-o’-lanterns. Kevin couldn’t resist grinning.

Even eerie sound effects, such as creaking doors or cackling witches, were playing in some of the houses.However, something that didn’t fit attracted his attention as he continued down the street.

In stark contrast to the joyful dwellings surrounding it, one house lay vacant and gloomy. Not a single pumpkin. Not a single cobweb. Not a skeleton.

Not even a small ornament. When Kevin recognized whose home it was—Mrs. Kimbly’s—he scowled.

He came to a halt and gazed at the empty front porch. He had vivid memories of Mrs. Kimbly. She was an elderly woman who mostly kept to herself and lived alone.