The Mugsville residents are getting into the Thanksgiving spirit by carving pumpkins.
I get the feeling a pumpkin carving competition might be in the works.
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The Lantern at Hollow Bend
Scary short story to read while drinking your morning coffee.
Every Halloween, kids whispered about the crooked house at Hollow Bend, where a single lantern glowed in the attic window. No one lived there—at least, no one living.
The lantern’s flame stretched upward, forming a tall, crooked figure with hollow eyes. The shadows crawled toward the kids, wrapping around their ankles like icy vines.
This year, three friends dared each other to knock. The door creaked open before they touched it. Inside, the lantern flickered, casting long shadows that twitched like they had minds of their own.
A cold voice whispered, “You shouldn’t have
come.”
The lantern’s flame stretched upward, forming a tall, crooked figure with hollow eyes. The shadows crawled toward the kids, wrapping around their ankles like icy vines.
It was something that should never exist!
They ran, but the lantern’s glow followed them all the way home.
They escaped the house, but not the lantern. That night, each child found a tiny lantern on their pillow—its flame already burning.
Halloween Mugsville Style
In Mugsville’s Halloween decorating time, coffee mugs are busy decorating their cozy town square. A witch mug hangs cobwebs, a mummy wraps trees, and a ghost mug adjusts pumpkins.
Wonder what Sticksville is planning.
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