THREE YEARS AFTER MY SON’S DEATH, I OPENED THE DOOR ON HALLOWEEN AND SAW KIDS IN THE COSTUMES I SEWED FOR HIM “Trick or treat!” I heard a group of excited kids shout from the porch, their voices cutting through the evening stillness. My breath caught in my throat as I saw what they were wearing. It was impossible… Those costumes—they were the ones I’d sewn for Dave, my baby boy, three years ago. He never even got the chance to wear them. He was gone before Halloween, hit by a car on All Hallows’ Eve. I forced a smile, handed out the candy, and hurried back inside, barely keeping it together. I made a beeline for Dave’s room, my hands trembling as I pulled the old trunk from under his bed. When I opened it, the costumes were gone! My legs buckled, and I collapsed to the floor, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. “Darling, what’s going on?” I barely whispered, my voice cracking as I called out for Lucas. He walked in, but there was something… different about him. His eyes wouldn’t meet mine. I could feel the unease in the air. “Lucas… what’s happening? Why aren’t you saying anything?” I pressed him harder, panic gripping me. He just stood there, silent, a strange hesitation noticeable in his body language. That’s when I knew—something was very, very wrong.👇

A bereaved mother is startled when kids arrive on her doorstep trick-or-treating in her dead son’s Halloween costumes. She immediately checks his room and is in for a tear-jerking surprise. …

THREE YEARS AFTER MY SON’S DEATH, I OPENED THE DOOR ON HALLOWEEN AND SAW KIDS IN THE COSTUMES I SEWED FOR HIM “Trick or treat!” I heard a group of excited kids shout from the porch, their voices cutting through the evening stillness. My breath caught in my throat as I saw what they were wearing. It was impossible… Those costumes—they were the ones I’d sewn for Dave, my baby boy, three years ago. He never even got the chance to wear them. He was gone before Halloween, hit by a car on All Hallows’ Eve. I forced a smile, handed out the candy, and hurried back inside, barely keeping it together. I made a beeline for Dave’s room, my hands trembling as I pulled the old trunk from under his bed. When I opened it, the costumes were gone! My legs buckled, and I collapsed to the floor, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. “Darling, what’s going on?” I barely whispered, my voice cracking as I called out for Lucas. He walked in, but there was something… different about him. His eyes wouldn’t meet mine. I could feel the unease in the air. “Lucas… what’s happening? Why aren’t you saying anything?” I pressed him harder, panic gripping me. He just stood there, silent, a strange hesitation noticeable in his body language. That’s when I knew—something was very, very wrong.👇 Read More