Kevin had already made his Halloween costume with his mom and helped his dad decorate their house. He was excited about how much candy he would collect. But one house on his street didn’t have any decorations, and that kept bothering him. He didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t celebrate Halloween, so he thought maybe they needed help.
Halloween was almost here, and the entire neighborhood was buzzing with excitement. Every yard seemed to be trying to be the scariest one around.
There were pumpkins with big, jagged smiles all along the sidewalks. Plastic skeletons hung from tree branches, and fake cobwebs covered porches.
The air smelled like dry leaves and candy, and eleven-year-old Kevin could feel his heart racing with excitement.
Halloween was Kevin’s favorite day of the year, a time when anyone could be whatever they wanted. He loved how everything changed for that one magical night.
As he walked down the street, he smiled, looking at the glowing jack-o’-lanterns and spooky ghosts decorating the houses. Some homes even played creepy sounds like witches’ laughter and creaking doors.
But something different caught his eye as he went farther down the street. One house was dark and plain, with no decorations at all. It was Mrs. Kimbly’s house.
Mrs. Kimbly was an older woman who lived alone. Kevin had helped her before, mowing her lawn in summer and shoveling snow in winter, but she rarely said much. Her undecorated house seemed out of place in the festive neighborhood.
Kevin felt bad that her house had no Halloween spirit. He thought maybe she needed help with the decorations. Determined, he crossed the street and knocked on her door.
When Mrs. Kimbly answered, her face showed annoyance. “What do you want, Kevin?” she asked in a gruff voice.
“I noticed you don’t have any Halloween decorations. I could help you put some up, if you’d like,” Kevin offered.
Mrs. Kimbly frowned. “I don’t need decorations, and I don’t need help,” she said sharply before slamming the door.
Kevin was surprised. How could anyone hate Halloween so much? He didn’t want her house to be a target for pranks, like kids throwing toilet paper, so he came up with a plan.
At home, Kevin told his mom, Sarah, about Mrs. Kimbly’s undecorated house and how she had slammed the door in his face. His mom suggested leaving her alone, explaining that people might have reasons for not celebrating.
But Kevin didn’t think Mrs. Kimbly hated Halloween—she seemed lonely. So, he decided to help anyway.
He gathered all the Halloween decorations he could find, including his favorite pumpkin, and hurried back to Mrs. Kimbly’s house. He carefully hung lights and placed pumpkins on her porch. As he finished, the front door opened, and Mrs. Kimbly stormed out, furious.
“I told you not to decorate my house!” she yelled. She grabbed Kevin’s carved pumpkin and smashed it on the ground. Kevin was shocked and hurt, but he whispered, “I just wanted to help,” before running home.
That night, Kevin put on his vampire costume, but he couldn’t enjoy Halloween. He was worried about Mrs. Kimbly’s house being pranked. So, he returned to her house and sat on her porch, handing out candy from his own bag to trick-or-treaters, explaining that Mrs. Kimbly wasn’t home.
As he sat alone, the door creaked open. Mrs. Kimbly stepped out, her expression softer this time.
“What are you doing here, Kevin?” she asked quietly.
“I didn’t want anyone to mess with your house,” Kevin explained. “I thought I could help.”
Mrs. Kimbly sighed and sat beside him. She admitted that Halloween was hard for her because it reminded her of how alone she was. She had no family to share it with.
Kevin understood now. “You don’t have to be alone,” he said. “You can celebrate with the rest of us.”
Mrs. Kimbly smiled sadly and thanked Kevin for his kindness. She even apologized for smashing his pumpkin. Kevin promised to bring another one so they could carve it together.
For the first time in years, Mrs. Kimbly felt the warmth of Halloween again, thanks to the caring heart of one determined boy.
A Demanding Celebrity Insisted the Stewardess Remove Me from My First-Class Seat – I Gave Her a Lesson in Respect
I’d always heard about rude celebrities but didn’t believe that reputation until I came across someone like that. This local star tried bullying me out of my comfortable airplane seat, but I had a smart idea on how to make them pay! My plan involved enlisting the help of a pregnant woman.
Traveling first class was a treat I rarely allowed myself, but after months of relentless work, I figured I deserved a little luxury. I’m a 33-year-old woman who’s worked hard to get where I am, and this European getaway was my reward. I envisioned the next few hours filled with comfort, maybe even a glass of champagne to kick things off. But the moment I reached my seat, the dream began to sour.
HE was already sitting there, reclining as if the entire cabin was his private domain. I recognized him instantly! He was a local reality TV star who’d been all over the tabloids for his outrageous demands and diva-like behavior.
Seeing him in person, it was clear that fame hadn’t been kind. He wore sunglasses indoors, and his expression radiated entitlement. Our local celebrity barely glanced at me as I placed my carry-on in the overhead bin, but the coldness in that brief look said it all.
I knew better than to judge someone based on gossip, so I smiled politely and began to settle into my seat next to him. But before I could even sit down or fasten my seatbelt to enjoy the long-haul flight, I heard him snap his fingers!
It was a sound that sent an odd shiver of annoyance down my spine. He was summoning a flight attendant as if he were a king demanding a servant! I could feel his scrutinizing gaze as he waited to be attended to.
“Excuse me,” he began, his voice dripping with disdain, “I need more space. I’m not comfortable with someone sitting next to me. Can you please find her another seat?”
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