Boy Decorated A Home And Saves The Holiday For A Lonely Old Woman

But before he could finish, Mrs. Kimbly cut him off.

“I hate Halloween!” she shouted, her voice trembling with frustration.

Kevin’s eyes widened as she stepped forward, her hand reaching for the nearest pumpkin—the one he had carved himself. The one he had spent hours perfecting, carefully giving it a toothy grin.

Without even hesitating, Mrs. Kimbly lifted the pumpkin and smashed it onto the ground with a loud crack.

Kevin watched in shock as the pumpkin split into pieces, orange chunks scattering across the porch. His stomach twisted as he stared at the ruins of his favorite pumpkin.

She was standing there, breathing heavily, her face still filled with anger, but there was something else—something deeper—hiding behind her furious expression.

“I’m sorry,” Kevin whispered, his voice barely audible.

He turned and ran before Mrs. Kimbly could say anything else, his feet pounding the pavement as he headed home.

That evening, Kevin put on his vampire costume, but he couldn’t get into the Halloween spirit.

As he wandered from house to house with his friends, collecting candy, his mind kept drifting back to Mrs. Kimbly’s dark, undecorated house. He knew what was coming.

The other kids wouldn’t understand. Without candy or decorations, they’d target her house, throwing toilet paper or worse, and Kevin couldn’t stop worrying about it.

Determined not to let anyone ruin Mrs. Kimbly’s night, Kevin walked back toward her house, his vampire cape fluttering behind him.

The air was cool, and the streets were filled with kids in costumes, laughter, and the sound of leaves crunching underfoot.