This Kid’s Halloween Surprise for an Elderly Neighbor Will Leave You in Tears

Kevin had already made his Halloween costume with his mom, helped his dad put up decorations around their house, and dreamed about all the candy he would collect. But there was one house on his street that didn’t have any decorations, and it kept bothering him. He couldn’t understand why someone would skip celebrating, so he figured maybe they needed a little help.

Halloween was just around the corner, and the whole neighborhood was filled with excitement. Every yard seemed to be competing to be the scariest one on the block.

Pumpkins with sharp, grinning faces lined the sidewalks, plastic skeletons swung from trees, and fake spider webs covered front porches.

The air smelled like dry leaves and candy, and eleven-year-old Kevin soaked it all in, his heart racing with excitement.

Halloween was Kevin’s favorite day of the year—a day when you could be whoever you wanted. He loved how everything seemed to change for one magical night.

As he walked down the sidewalk, his eyes moved from one house to another, each one decorated with glowing jack-o’-lanterns or spooky ghosts. Kevin couldn’t help but smile.

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Some houses even played creepy sound effects like witches cackling or doors creaking.

But as he went farther down the street, something didn’t look right.

One house stood dark and empty, totally different from the others. No pumpkins, cobwebs, or skeletons. Not even a tiny decoration. Kevin frowned when he realized whose house it was—Mrs. Kimbly’s.

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He stopped, staring at her bare front porch. Mrs. Kimbly was an older lady who lived alone and kept to herself. Kevin had helped her before, mowing her lawn in the summer and shoveling snow in the winter. She never said much, just paid him and went back inside.

But today, her undecorated house didn’t fit in with the rest of the cheerful neighborhood.

Why hadn’t Mrs. Kimbly decorated for Halloween? Kevin couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

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Halloween was about having fun, and it didn’t seem fair for anyone to miss out, especially someone who lived alone like Mrs. Kimbly.

Kevin’s heart felt heavy. Maybe she just needed help. Maybe she couldn’t decorate by herself.

Determined, Kevin ran across the street to her house. The leaves crunched under his feet as he climbed her porch steps.

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He paused for a moment, then knocked. The sound echoed, and Kevin felt nervous. Finally, the door creaked open.

Mrs. Kimbly stood there, frowning, her eyes squinting behind her glasses.

“What do you want, Kevin?” she asked in a low, sharp voice.

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Kevin swallowed. “Hi, Mrs. Kimbly. I noticed your house isn’t decorated for Halloween, and I thought maybe you forgot. I could help you put some decorations up if you’d like.”

Mrs. Kimbly squinted even more. “I didn’t forget,” she snapped. “I don’t need decorations, and I don’t need help. Now, go away.” She started to close the door.

“I could do it for free!” Kevin quickly added. “You wouldn’t even have to do anything.”

Mrs. Kimbly scowled. “No!” she shouted and slammed the door.

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Kevin couldn’t believe it. How could someone hate Halloween so much?

If her house stayed undecorated, other kids might prank her with toilet paper or worse. Kevin sighed and started walking away, but a plan formed in his mind.

At home, Kevin found his mom in the kitchen, cooking. The smell of soup filled the air, but Kevin could only think about Mrs. Kimbly’s undecorated house.

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“Mom, something weird happened,” Kevin said, sitting at the table. His mom turned, wiping her hands on a towel.

“What is it?” she asked.

Kevin told her about Mrs. Kimbly’s house and how she had slammed the door when he offered to help.

But when he said Mrs. Kimbly’s name, his mom’s face softened.

“Maybe it’s best to leave her alone,” his mom said gently. “She might be going through something we don’t understand.”

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Kevin frowned. “But, Mom, she’s not mad, she’s just sad. Halloween should be fun. She shouldn’t feel left out.”

His mom smiled but looked concerned. “You have a kind heart, Kevin. Just be careful. Sometimes people aren’t ready for help.”

Those words stuck with Kevin, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Mrs. Kimbly.

With determination, he gathered all the Halloween decorations he could find—lights, spiders, toys, and even his favorite pumpkin—and loaded them into a wagon.

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He hurried back to Mrs. Kimbly’s house and began decorating. As he worked, the house slowly transformed, but just as he finished, the door creaked open.

Mrs. Kimbly stormed out, looking furious.

“I told you not to decorate my house!” she shouted.

Kevin froze, his heart racing. “I just wanted to help,” he whispered. “It’s Halloween…”

Before he could finish, Mrs. Kimbly grabbed the pumpkin he had carved and smashed it on the ground.

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Kevin watched in shock as his pumpkin shattered into pieces. His heart sank.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, then turned and ran home.

That evening, Kevin put on his vampire costume, but he couldn’t enjoy Halloween.

As he trick-or-treated with friends, his mind kept drifting back to Mrs. Kimbly’s dark house.

He worried the other kids might prank her, so Kevin decided to go back.

When he got to her house, he sat on her porch, handing out his own candy to the kids who came by.

“Mrs. Kimbly’s not home,” he told them, trying to keep her house safe.

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After a while, as Kevin sat alone, the door behind him opened. Mrs. Kimbly stepped out, her face no longer angry.

“What are you doing here, Kevin?” she asked quietly.

“I didn’t want anyone to mess with your house,” Kevin said. “I just wanted to help.”

Mrs. Kimbly sighed and sat beside him. She was quiet for a moment, watching the kids on the street.

“I’m sorry for earlier,” she finally said. “I wasn’t mad at you. Halloween just reminds me of how alone I am.”

Kevin felt sad. “You don’t have to be alone,” he said. “You can still join in.”

Mrs. Kimbly smiled softly, her eyes teary. “Thank you for what you did today. And I’m sorry about your pumpkin.”

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Kevin smiled. “It’s okay. I’ll bring another one, and we can carve it together.”

For the first time in years, Mrs. Kimbly felt the warmth of Halloween again, thanks to one kind boy.

I Asked Homeless Man to Be My Pretend Fiancé Only to Discover He Was Part of My Mother’s Secret Past — Story of the Day

I was tired of my family’s endless questions about my love life, so I had a wild plan. I found and brought a homeless man as my pretend fiancé to the holiday dinner. Everything seemed perfect until my mother’s reaction revealed a shocking connection between them.

I sat in my car, staring at the park entrance, dreading the upcoming weekend with my family. Every holiday visit was the same: my mom’s subtle looks, my dad’s hopeful smiles, and the never-ending barrage of questions.

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When are you getting married? Have you met someone?

It was exhausting, and the thought of another round of it was more than I could handle.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on a man sitting alone on a bench, huddled in a tattered coat. He looked worn out like life had handed him more than his share of troubles. His sad eyes and the deep lines on his face still made him look like a handsome man. That’s when it hit me. Crazy idea!

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“Could he be my fiancé for the weekend?” I muttered to myself.

It was insane, but it could work. Anything to keep my family off my back. I got out of the car and walked over to him. He looked up, and we stared at each other.

“Hey,” I started, feeling awkward. “I know this is going to sound strange, but… would you be willing to pretend to be my fiancé? Just for a weekend. In return, I can offer you a warm place to stay, new clothes, and a nice meal.”

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For a moment, he said nothing. His gaze lingered on mine as if he were trying to understand why someone like me would make such an offer. Then, to my surprise, he nodded slowly.

“Okay,” he said quietly.

I was shocked at how easily he agreed. No questions. No hesitation. That made me a little nervous. But at that point, I didn’t care.

“Great,” I said. “Let’s get you ready for the weekend.”

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***

After we got back home, I handed the stranger some clothes that belonged to my ex. His things were still in my closet, and honestly, I couldn’t think of a better use for them.

“Here, these should fit you,” I said, offering a clean shirt and jeans. “You can take a shower if you’d like. I’ll make us some dinner.”

“Well, thanks,” he said with a small smile. “A shower sounds amazing.”

As he headed into the bathroom, I kept myself busy chopping vegetables and trying to ignore the nervousness building up inside me.

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Sharing my home with a stranger… Mia, what are you doing? You still don’t know his name!

When the stranger emerged from the bathroom, I heard the door creak and turned around. He stood there, a towel slung over his shoulder, his hair still damp, and to my surprise, he looked completely different.

“Well, that’s the best shower I’ve had in years,” he joked.

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The awkwardness I’d felt earlier seemed to vanish in an instant.

“Glad to hear it. I hope the dinner will be just as good.”

He glanced at the table, eyeing the plates I’d set out. “Smells incredible. I am Christopher, by the way.” He smiled at me, sitting down at the table.

Feeling a bit shy, I only replied, “Mia.”

As we sat down to eat, he took the first bite and nodded. “It’s perfect. Haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a long time.”

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We ate in comfortable silence for a bit, and then the conversation started flowing naturally.

“So,” I said, breaking the quiet. “Any favorite movies or books?”

He thought for a moment before answering. “I always loved old westerns. And books? Probably The Old Man and the Sea. Simple, but there’s something about it.”

“Really? Hemingway? I wouldn’t have guessed,” I said, a little surprised. “I thought you’d go for something darker.”

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He chuckled. “You’re not wrong, but sometimes, simple stories hit the hardest.”

“I get that.”

We spent the rest of the evening talking about random topics that made us laugh. He had a dry sense of humor that caught me off guard, and by the end of dinner, I felt surprisingly comfortable around him.

Late in the evening, I went back into the kitchen to grab a glass of water before bed. I noticed the dishes had already been washed and stacked neatly by the sink.

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“Did you… do the dishes?” I asked Christopher, peeking around the corner.

“Seemed like the least I could do.”

I smiled, genuinely touched by the gesture. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“Good night, Christopher.”

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***

The next day, everything moved quickly. We had one day left before the weekend with my family, and there was still so much to do.

First, we went to the hair salon. As the stylist worked, Christopher sat quietly, letting the transformation happen. I watched in amazement as his shaggy hair was trimmed into something neat and polished.

“This feels weird,” he muttered, looking at himself in the mirror.

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“Good weird or bad weird?” I teased.

“Definitely good,” he said with a smirk.

By the time we hit the shops to pick out new clothes, he was starting to look like a completely different person.

***

The holiday dinner started well enough. My parents were delighted to see Christopher, and I could almost feel my mother’s pride as she glanced at me, finally quieting her usual questions about my personal life.

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Christopher played his part perfectly—polite, attentive, and even charming when he spoke. I began to relax, thinking that maybe my crazy plan had worked.

“Christopher, right?” my mother asked, smiling brightly. “You look so familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before? On TV, maybe?”

She laughed lightly as if she had just made a harmless joke.

Christopher politely shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. Maybe I just have one of those faces.”

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My father chuckled, clearly amused by my mother’s playful banter. “Well, if you’re on TV, I’ll have to start watching more closely.”

“So, Christopher,” Mom continued, “what did you do before you met Mia? Business, right?”

Christopher paused, glancing at my mother a bit too long before answering.

“Yes, business,” he said quietly, but there was something in his tone that felt different. “But everything changed for me about five years ago.”

My heart skipped a beat.

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Wait… This isn’t part of the plan.

I shot him a quick look, hoping he’d catch on, but he continued. “There was an accident. A car accident. It… changed my life completely.”

This definitely isn’t something we talked about.

My mother’s face went pale, her fingers clenched the tablecloth, knuckles turning white. Her expression darkened as if she had just pieced something together.

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“A car accident?” she echoed. Her words had sucked the warmth out of the room. “That’s… unfortunate.”

My father glanced at her. “Olivia, are you okay?”

But she wasn’t listening to him. “Not everyone walks away from accidents unscathed, do they?”

Christopher didn’t flinch, quietly sipping his wine.

“He’s not the kind of man you need,” Mom said bluntly, her voice trembling with anger.

I was taken aback. My father’s eyes widened in shock, his fork pausing halfway to his mouth.

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Christopher calmly set his glass down. “Excuse me. I’ll step outside for a moment.”

As he left, I turned to my mother. “What was that about? He didn’t do anything wrong!”

“There’s something you need to know, Mia. Five years ago, I was in a car accident,” she began, her voice lowering as though she were afraid someone else might hear.

“It was late at night, outside the city. There were no witnesses. The man I hit… was Christopher.”

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My heart dropped. “What?”

“Your Christopher,” she said bitterly, “was under the influence that night. I demanded he get tested, but he refused. No one saw what happened, so I chose not to take him to court. But Mia, you need to understand… He’s dangerous. You can’t trust him.”

Christopher? Under the influence?

Finally, I broke the silence. “I need to talk to him.”

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***

Christopher was leaning against the fence, staring off into the night. His expression was calm, but I could see the sadness in his eyes.

“Christopher,” I called softly.

He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “My last name is Hartman. Yes, I was in that accident. I was on sedatives that night—prescribed for my anxiety after my wife died. I was driving carefully.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, simple ring.

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“You’re the first woman I’ve met since my wife’s death that I’ve wanted to leave something with. This was hers. Thank you for dinner, Mia. It was… more than I deserved.”

He handed me the ring, then nodded slightly before walking away.

“Wait,” I whispered, but the words got lost in the cold night air.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the ring in my hand. When I walked back inside, my mother was waiting.

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“You didn’t tell me the whole truth, did you?” I demanded.

She sighed. “No. I didn’t. I was driving too fast that night. I… I was scared, Mia.”

“Is he worth chasing?”

The look in her eyes said it all. Yes. But it was already too late.

***

I couldn’t stop thinking about Christopher. His story, the accident, the weight he carried. It haunted me.

I placed an ad in the local paper, something simple but direct:

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“Christopher Hartman, if you see this, please meet me at the restaurant where we last had dinner. I eat there every evening. Mia.”

I felt a little foolish, not knowing if he’d ever read it or if he even wanted to see me again. But I had to try. There was too much left unsaid.

***

The day after placing the ad, I arrived at the restaurant early. As the minutes ticked by, doubt started creeping in.

Maybe he didn’t see it. Maybe he didn’t want to.

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But then, just as I was about to give up, the door opened. Christopher stepped in, scanning the room until they landed on me. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he walked over.

“I saw your ad,” he said, sitting down across from me.

We locked eyes for a moment before I spoke. “There’s so much I need to tell you. I found out about your past… about the accident… My mother finally admitted she was at fault, too. And…. she took your money!”

“I didn’t want to blame anyone. After my wife died… nothing mattered.”

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We sat in silence for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle between us.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to be,” he said, his voice soft. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know, but still… I want to help. My mother wants to make things right. She’s returning what she took from you.”

We spent the rest of the evening talking. It wasn’t about pretending anymore. It was real. By the end of the night, I realized something. I had fallen in love with Christopher. And the best part? He felt the same.

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