Halloween was his favorite day of the year—a day when you could become anyone you wanted, and the world transformed into something magical.
As Kevin wandered down the street, he admired the glowing decorations and spooky scenes set up in each yard. Witches cackled, doors creaked, and the sounds of Halloween filled the air. But one house stood out, not because it was spooky, but because it was completely dark. No pumpkins, no cobwebs—nothing. It was Mrs. Kimbly’s house.
Mrs. Kimbly was the quiet, older woman who lived alone. Kevin had mowed her lawn in the summer and shoveled her driveway in the winter, but she rarely said much beyond handing him his payment. Now, her undecorated house seemed out of place in the festive neighborhood.
Why hadn’t Mrs. Kimbly decorated for Halloween? Kevin couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Halloween was supposed to be fun, and he didn’t think anyone—especially someone living alone—should miss out.
Determined to help, Kevin crossed the street to her house. Leaves crunched under his sneakers as he approached her front door. He hesitated for a moment, then knocked. After a long pause, the door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Kimbly. Her face was stern, her eyes narrowed behind thick glasses.
“What do you want, Kevin?” she asked, her voice gruff.
Kevin swallowed nervously. “Hi, Mrs. Kimbly. I noticed your house isn’t decorated for Halloween, and I thought maybe you forgot. I could help, if you’d like.”
Her expression hardened. “I didn’t forget,” she snapped. “I don’t need decorations, and I don’t need your help. Now, go away.” She moved to close the door.
Kevin’s heart sank, but he wasn’t ready to give up. “I could do it for free!” he blurted out. “You wouldn’t have to do anything.”
But Mrs. Kimbly scowled and slammed the door. Kevin stood there, stunned. How could anyone hate Halloween that much? He knew her house would likely become a target for pranks if it stayed undecorated, and he didn’t want that to happen.
As Kevin walked home, an idea began to form. He wasn’t ready to give up on Mrs. Kimbly just yet.
At home, Kevin found his mom stirring a pot of soup in the kitchen. “Mom, something strange happened,” he said, sitting down at the table. He explained about Mrs. Kimbly’s dark house and how she had slammed the door in his face.
But when he mentioned Mrs. Kimbly’s name, his mom’s expression softened. “Maybe you should leave her alone,” she suggested gently. “People sometimes have reasons for doing things we don’t understand.”
Kevin frowned. “But, Mom, I think she’s not mad—I think she’s sad. Halloween is supposed to be fun, and I don’t want anyone to feel left out.”
His mom smiled softly. “You have a big heart, Kevin. Just remember, some people aren’t ready for help, even if they need it.”
Her words lingered in his mind, but Kevin still felt like Mrs. Kimbly was just lonely. He was determined to make her Halloween special.
The next day, Kevin gathered every decoration he could find—twinkling lights, plastic spiders, and his favorite carved pumpkin. It was special to him, but if it could make Mrs. Kimbly smile, he was willing to part with it.
He loaded everything into a wagon and headed back to her house. Kevin worked quickly, hanging lights and placing pumpkins on her porch. The house was starting to come alive with Halloween spirit. Just as he finished arranging the last pumpkin, the door flew open.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mrs. Kimbly stormed out, her face red with anger. “I told you not to decorate my house!”
Kevin froze, his heart pounding. “I just wanted to help,” he said softly. “It’s Halloween…”
Before he could say more, Mrs. Kimbly grabbed the nearest pumpkin—the one Kevin had spent hours carving—and smashed it on the ground. It shattered into pieces across the porch.
Kevin blinked back tears as he stared at the ruined pumpkin. He had worked so hard on it, and now it was gone. Without a word, he turned and ran home.
That night, dressed in his vampire costume, Kevin couldn’t enjoy Halloween. As he wandered from house to house with his friends, collecting candy, his thoughts kept returning to Mrs. Kimbly’s dark house. He knew the other kids might target her home for pranks, and he didn’t want that to happen.
Determined to stop any trouble, Kevin made his way back to her house. He sat on her porch, handing out candy from his own bag to passing trick-or-treaters, explaining, “Mrs. Kimbly’s not home.” He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there when the front door opened.
Startled, Kevin looked up to see Mrs. Kimbly standing in the doorway. Her face wasn’t angry anymore. “What are you doing here, Kevin?” she asked softly.
“I didn’t want anyone to mess with your house,” he explained. “I thought maybe I could help.”
Mrs. Kimbly sighed and sat down beside him. “I’m sorry for earlier,” she said quietly. “Halloween is hard for me. I don’t have any family, and seeing everyone else celebrate just makes me feel… alone.”
Kevin’s heart ached. “You don’t have to be alone,” he said. “You can celebrate with us. We’d love to have you join in.”
A small smile crept across Mrs. Kimbly’s face. “You’re a kind boy, Kevin. Thank you for what you did. And I’m sorry about your pumpkin.”
“It’s okay,” Kevin said, smiling back. “I have another one at home. We can carve it together if you want.”
Mrs. Kimbly chuckled softly. As Kevin ran home to grab the pumpkin, Mrs. Kimbly felt something she hadn’t felt in years—the warmth of Halloween spirit, all thanks to a boy who refused to give up.
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If you are a baggage handler, here’s why you never should tie anything to your suitcase
Have you ever tried attaching a vibrant ribbon to the handle of your suitcase to make it stand out? So fasten your seatbelts because we have some news that may lead you to reconsider your decorating plan!
Everyone wants their luggage to be noticeable, especially when they are attempting to find it in a sea of similar cases at a busy airport. Many of us decorate our suitcases with name tags, ribbons, and humorous stickers in an attempt to deter someone else from inadvertently taking our priceless possessions.
However, John, an airport baggage handler in Dublin, claims that these well-intended decorations may end up causing more problems than they solve.
Let’s start by admitting that our bags need personal touches. Nothing is worse than finding out that your suitcase is still at the airport, hiding among the other bags, when you finally get to your ideal destination. Some people even go so far as to attach a GoPro to their luggage in order to monitor its travels!
But take John’s advise into consideration before you start bedazzling your suitcase. Although attaching ribbons to your suitcase handles could make it easier to find your belongings, there is a chance that this could go wrong. What John said was as follows:
When a person ties a ribbon to identify their luggage, it may interfere with the bag’s scanning process in the baggage claim area. Your suitcase might not make it to the flight if it can’t be scanned automatically and has to be processed manually, the man said.
Consider this: the scanner may not have been able to correctly read your bag, which is beautifully ornamented with a ribbon, causing it to miss the flight entirely. Quite not worth the chance, is it?
John advises taking out any outdated stickers from your suitcase as well. These may cause confusion during the scanning procedure, which could cause delays or luggage misplacement. Although we understand how sentimental those travel stickers are, it might be time to part with them in order to make the trip run more smoothly.
John also gave me this helpful tip: turn the wheels of your suitcase faceup. By following this easy tip, you may shield the wheels from harm and make sure your suitcase doesn’t sway into problems.
The real deal, though, especially for people who enjoy baking or have a sweet appetite, is that you should never have marzipan in your luggage. Why? According to John, Marzipan—a confection composed of sugar, egg, and ground almonds—has a density similar to some explosives. You did really read correctly. This can result in a thorough check of you and your luggage, which could cause you to miss your flight entirely.
Imagine having your luggage examined and swabbed simply for the presence of a small amount of almond paste. Holidays missed because to Marzipan are simply not worth it!
The lesson here is that, even while it could seem sensible to tie a ribbon or add a personal touch to your suitcase, it’s usually best to forego doing so. The same is true when it comes to packaging rich foods like marzipan. If you follow these suggestions, your journey should go more smoothly and without incident.
Let those ribbons stay at home and have a happy journey!
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