The Dragon of Halloween Hill

The Dragon of Halloween Hill

On a chilly Halloween night, the full moon cast a silver glow over the sleepy village of Hollowbrook. The cobblestone streets, lined with old stone houses and flickering lanterns, echoed with the laughter of children as they dashed from door to door, collecting candy. Dressed as witches, vampires, and ghouls, they clutched their candy bags, the cool air tingling with excitement.

“Come on, faster!” Oliver called out, leading the group of his friends—Lucy, Max, and Emma. They raced along the winding road, their footsteps tapping against the cobblestones. Above them, bats darted through the night sky, their dark silhouettes flitting against the glowing moon.

House after house, the kids filled their bags with treats, exchanging excited chatter about the spooky decorations and who had gotten the most candy. But as they neared the edge of the village, where the cobblestone path sloped up to a hill, the atmosphere shifted.

“There it is,” whispered Lucy, her voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves.

At the top of the hill, illuminated by the full moon, was an enormous jack-o'-lantern, its jagged grin glowing eerily in the darkness. But it wasn’t the pumpkin that made them stop in their tracks. Behind it, curled around the base of the hill, was the largest dragon any of them had ever imagined.

Its scales shimmered in shades of midnight blue and deep crimson, catching the moonlight as it breathed slow, heavy breaths. Its massive wings, folded at its sides, twitched occasionally, sending ripples of movement through its body. And its eyes—glowing amber—watched the village as though it were guarding something. The jack-o'-lantern sat between its claws, almost as if it were the dragon’s own Halloween offering.

“That…that’s not real, right?” Max stammered, gripping his candy bag tighter.

“I don’t know,” Emma whispered, stepping closer to Oliver. “It looks pretty real.”

For a long moment, none of them dared to move. The dragon’s tail twitched, sending pebbles tumbling down the hill. Its nostrils flared as it breathed in the cool night air, releasing a soft plume of smoke.

“We have to go up there,” Oliver said finally, his voice shaky but determined.

“What? Are you crazy?” Lucy hissed.

“We’ve come this far,” Oliver insisted. “What if it’s guarding the best Halloween treasure ever? Or more candy?”

The group exchanged nervous glances, but one by one, they nodded. Slowly, they began to climb the hill, their hearts pounding in their chests. The closer they got, the bigger the dragon seemed, its presence filling the night with an ancient, unspoken power.

As they reached the top, the dragon’s glowing eyes flicked toward them, and they froze. It watched them for a moment, its gaze deep and intelligent. But it didn’t move to attack. Instead, it shifted its massive body slightly, revealing something behind the giant jack-o’-lantern: a pile of golden, glittering treasure.

The kids gasped. Among the treasure were bags of candy, much bigger than the ones they had collected all night.

“I knew it,” Oliver whispered, grinning from ear to ear.

Suddenly, the dragon leaned forward, its hot breath washing over them as it inspected the group. After a tense moment, it huffed and settled back into place, as if deciding they weren’t a threat.

“Maybe it likes Halloween, too,” Emma said quietly.

With that, they each took a cautious step forward, grabbing a bag of the dragon’s candy treasure. As they turned to leave, the dragon let out a low rumble, almost like a purring cat, its glowing eyes following them until they disappeared back down the hill.

The kids ran all the way back to the village, their laughter echoing in the night air. As they glanced back at the dragon, it remained by the jack-o'-lantern, a silent guardian of Halloween night.

And though none of them could ever quite explain what they had seen, they knew one thing for sure—this had been a Halloween they would never forget.

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