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Everybody likes to celebrate holidays, but some holidays shouldn’t be celebrated! Holidays can be full of adventure and excitement. It is an important time of the year for families to come together to have a good time, eat great foods, and have fun. My favorite holiday used to be Halloween, until I came across The Great Pumpkin.

Halloween is in October, when the air is crisp and the sky is spooky at night. The dark streets and bare trees are frightening as you walk through the neighborhoods. If you listen closely you will hear a coyote howling at the moon. Scarecrows and carved pumpkins sit on doorsteps and front porches. I used to love pumpkins and scary houses, but that all changed last Halloween.

Last year during Halloween I walked from my old yellow house to the long dirt road, which was about a mile away. It was dusk and the skies were foggy as I approached the road. The moon was blocked by dull, gray clouds. When I looked down the dirt path I saw a dim light in the distance. I raced down the road, the light became clearer and I could faintly see a white fence lurking in the shadows of the big elm trees.

Behind the locked fence, gray tombstones stuck out of the dead grass and broken branches lay on the damp ground. I climbed over the fence and ventured farther into the graveyard. Hiding behind the trees was a large wooden mansion with red shutters and a red rock pathway. Surrounding the house there were dead trees and leaves which had been left in piles along the yard. The door to the mansion was boarded up; I walked around the large house and decided to hop through a broken window.

Inside the house the furniture had been covered with white sheets which appeared gray due to accumulated dust. The walls of the mansion were filled with specks of orange paint, as if something or someone had been squashed against them. The paint on the ceiling was falling, leaving white paint chips scattered across the brown, wood floor. I climbed up the broken stairs very cautiously. When I reached the top I searched through the old abandoned rooms which had been left untouched. Toys lay scattered across the floors, beds lay unmade and old wallpaper was ripped off the walls as if someone was searching for something hidden within the dark house.

As I climbed down the steep stairs, I heard a groan. I ignored the noise and continued to climb down the stairs. After I descended the staircase, I headed for the broken window; as I advanced towards the window I heard the groan again, this time even louder! I turned around and wandered through the house trying to identify where the loud noise was coming from. The groan became louder as I approached a closed door; I cautiously turned the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge; the door was locked.

I kicked the door open, but couldn’t see anything. Carefully, I found