The air hung heavy with the scent of damp leaves and the faint, metallic tang of approaching rain. The streetlights cast an eerie orange glow on the trick-or-treaters, their costumes a riot of colour and noise amidst the muted browns and greys of the autumn night. Ten-year-old Lily, dressed as a fierce pirate, clutched her plastic pumpkin bucket, her eyes wide with excitement. Her parents, however, were not so enthusiastic.
"Stay close, Lily," her mother called out, her voice strained. "And don't go near any houses with the lights off."
Lily, already distracted by the promise of candy, barely registered her mother's words. She skipped ahead, her plastic sword tapping against the sidewalk, her mind focused on the next house, the next door, the next sweet treasure. They reached a house with a porch overflowing with pumpkins, each one carved into a grotesque grin. The porch light was a deep, unsettling red.
Lily's mother gasped, pulling tight on her daughter's hand. "Lily, we're not going in there."
Lily, her eyes fixed on the overflowing bowl of candy on the porch, pouted. "But Mom, look at all the candy!"
"It's not safe, honey," her mother insisted, pulling Lily away. They continued down the street, away from the ominous, red-lit house.
The rain began to fall, a soft drizzle at first, then a steady downpour. The streetlight seemed to dim in the gathering darkness, casting long, distorted shadows that danced around the houses. The other trick-or-treaters thinned out, their parents pulling them indoors, seeking shelter from there cold and the growing darkness.
Lily, however, was determined to find the house with the most candy. She had a secret stash hidden under her pillow - a bag of jellybeans from last year's Halloween, untouched, waiting for this very moment. This year, she was going to fill her bucket, and her secret stash, with the sweetest, most delicious candy the world had ever seen.
Lily, however, was determined to find the house with the most candy. She had a secret stash hidden under her pillow - a bag of jellybeans from last year's Halloween, untouched, waiting for this very moment. This year, she was going to fill her bucket, and her secret stash, with the sweetest, most delicious candy the world had ever seen.
She convinced her parents to let her go one more house, promising to be quick. They stood under the awning of a brightly lit bakery, their faces a mixture of apprehension and resignation. Lily, her eyes alight with excitement, darted towards a house with a single flickering porch light, a jack-o-lantern perched on the front step. The door stood slightly ajar, a faint, inviting glow spilling out from within.
Lily, her heart pounding with anticipation, reached for the doorknob. It turned easily, sighing with a rusty groan.
The house was dark, save for a single candle flickering on the table in the living room. It cast long, dancing shadows on the dusty furniture, making the room seem vast and cavernous. Lily cautiously stepped inside, her hand reaching for the switch on the wall, feeling a sudden chill, a strange emptiness in the air. The switch felt cold and damp, as if touched by the rain.
Lily turned on the light, illuminating a dusty, old living room, an overturned rocking chair, a cobweb-draped fireplace. A single, faded portrait of a young girl hung on the wall. It was a haunting image - the girl had large, dark eyes, her lips slightly parted, a faint smile on her face. Lily felt a pang of sadness, a strange sense of familiarity.
She heard a faint creak from the hallway. Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes darting around the room. She turned, her feet barely touching the floor, and saw a silhouette in the hallway. It was a figure, shrouded in darkness, its outline hazy and indistinct. It was tall and thin, its long, skeletal fingers reaching towards her, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light.
Lily gasped, her mouth dropping open, a scream caught in her throat. The figure took a step towards her, its voice a hollow whisper, "Boo."
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