Boy decks out an old lady’s house for Halloween to make her feel like the holiday is worth celebrating.

Kevin was already helping his mom make a costume and his dad decorate the house for Halloween. He couldn’t wait to get all the candy on Halloween night. Still, something about an unfinished house on his street kept bothering him. He didn’t know why anyone would not be celebrating, so he thought they must need help.

As Halloween got closer, the neighborhood was full of excitement. It looked like every yard was trying to be the “spookiest house” in the neighborhood.

On the sidewalks, jack-o’-lanterns with crooked smiles were lit up, and plastic skeletons hung from trees and porches. Kevin, who is eleven years old, breathed in the smell of candy and dry leaves. His heart was beating fast with excitement.

His favorite day of the year was Halloween. You could be anyone you wanted that day, and Kevin loved how the world turned into something magical for one night.

He looked from one house to the next as he walked down the street. Each one was decorated with glowing lights or scary ghosts. It was very loud, with witches laughing and doors slamming. Kevin couldn’t help but smile. Then he saw something.

There was one house that stood out, but not in a good way. There were no pumpkins, cobwebs, or even skeletons to add to the Halloween spirit. It was pitch black. Kevin frowned at what he saw. It was the home of Mrs. Kimbly.

He remembered Mrs. Kimbly as the quiet older woman who lived alone and didn’t talk to her neighbors very often. During the summer and winter, Kevin mowed her lawn and shoveled her driveway, but she never said much. She just paid him and went inside. Now that the holidays were over, her house didn’t look right in the neighborhood of holiday cheer.

Why didn’t Mrs. Kimbly get her house ready for Halloween? It was what everyone else had. Kevin had a strong feeling that something wasn’t right. It didn’t seem fair for anyone, especially someone who lived alone, to miss out on the fun of Halloween.

Kevin ran across the street to her house with all his might. As he walked up the steps to her front door, the leaves crunched under his shoes. He thought for a moment and then knocked. The sound reverberated through the empty house. After a long pause, the door finally opened. Mrs. Kimbly stood there, her face serious and her eyes narrowed behind thick glasses.

In a rude tone, she asked, “What do you want, Kevin?”

Fear made Kevin swallow, but he didn’t mean to. “Hello, Mrs. Kimbly.” I saw that you haven’t decorated your house for Halloween yet, and I thought you might have forgotten. If you’d like, I could help.

Mrs. Kimbly’s face became more serious. She snapped, “I didn’t forget.” “I don’t need any help or decorations.” Leave now. The door was about to close when she moved.

Kevin felt bad, but he wasn’t going to give up. He yelled, “I could do it for free!” “You wouldn’t even need to do anything.”

That said, Mrs. Kimbly frowned. She yelled “No!” and slammed the door shut.

Kevin just stood there, dumbfounded. Why would someone hate Halloween so much? People would play jokes on her if her house wasn’t decorated, so he told her not to do that. He didn’t want kids to paint her yard with toilet paper.

Kevin had an idea as he walked home. He wasn’t yet ready to give up.

Kevin got home to find his mom stirring soup in the kitchen. He sat down at the table and said, “Mom, something strange happened.” He told her right away about Mrs. Kimbly’s plain house and how she had slammed the door in his face.

His mom’s face changed when he said Mrs. Kimbly’s name, though. She gently said, “Maybe it’s best to leave her alone.” “People do things we don’t always understand for a reason.”

Kevin made a face. “But, Mom, I don’t think she’s really mad…” I feel bad for her. The point of Halloween is to have fun, and no one should feel left out.

Mom gave him a soft smile. “Kevin, you have a good heart.” Remember that not everyone is ready for help, even when they do.

Kevin kept thinking about what she said, but he couldn’t get rid of the thought that Mrs. Kimbly was just lonely. He was set on making her Halloween better.

Kevin got all the decorations he could find the next day. He got colorful lights, plastic spiders, and even his favorite pumpkin, which he had spent hours carving. He cared about it, but he was ready to give it up to make Mrs. Kimbly smile.

Kevin took a wagon full of things and went back to her house. He put lights up and pumpkins in a nice arrangement on her porch quickly. It took a while for the house to change, but just as he put down the last pumpkin, the door flew open.

“What are you making of this?” With a red face from anger, Mrs. Kimbly stormed out the door. “I told you not to make my house look nice!”

Kevin stood still, his heart racing. He said in a low voice, “I just wanted to help.” “Halloween is here…”

His wife Mrs. Kimbly quickly grabbed the pumpkin he had carved and smashed it to the ground before he could say anything else. The pumpkin broke into many pieces that were spread out on the porch.

Kevin tried not to cry as he looked at the broken pieces. He worked on that pumpkin for hours, but now it was ruined. He was hurt, though. Kevin turned around and ran home without saying a word.

Kevin couldn’t enjoy Halloween that night because he was dressed as a vampire. As he and his friends went from house to house collecting candy, he couldn’t take his mind off of Mrs. Kimbly’s dark house. The other kids might play a joke on her, and he didn’t want that to happen.

Kevin decided to stop any trouble and went back to Mrs. Kimbly’s house. “Mrs. Kimbly’s not home,” he told trick-or-treaters as he sat on her porch and gave them candy from his own bag. When the front door opened, he wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there.

Kevin looked up and saw Mrs. Kimbly, who no longer had an angry look on her face. She asked Kevin in a soft voice, “What are you doing here?”

He said, “I didn’t want anyone to mess with your house.” “I believed I might be able to assist.”

She let out a sigh and sat down next to him. “I’m sorry for earlier,” she said with heartache in her voice. “I have a hard time with Halloween. My lack of family makes me feel alone when I see other people having fun.

Kevin’s heart hurt. He told her, “You don’t have to be alone.” “You’re welcome to join us. We’d love for you to join us.

Mrs. Kimbly’s face lit up with a sad little smile. “Kevin, you’re a nice boy.” Thanks for what you did. I’m sorry about your pumpkin as well.

Kevin smiled back and said, “It’s okay.” “I have another one at home.” If you want, we can carve it together.

Mrs. Kimbly let out a soft laugh. She felt like it was Halloween again for the first time in years as Kevin ran off to get the pumpkin. It was all because of a boy who wouldn’t give up.

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