The Hidden Cauldron

On a cool October evening, the old porch glows beneath the gentle flicker of a carved jack-o’-lantern, its warm light spilling across the wooden steps. The air is rich with the scent of fallen leaves and distant woodsmoke, carried on a slow, easy breeze. From somewhere deep in the night, crickets sing their steady lullaby, blending with the faint creak of the house as it settles into the cool air. An owl calls from the shadowed trees beyond, its voice echoing softly against the stillness. The haunted house feels less menacing than mysterious — its weathered boards and glowing windows offering a quiet, comforting presence under the autumn sky. Every sound, from the rustle of leaves to the hum of the night, wraps the scene in a cozy, timeless Halloween charm.

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