When we pulled into our driveway that chilly October evening, my heart dropped. At first glance, I thought we’d been vandalized by neighborhood teenagers. Our once festive yard—our pride every Halloween—looked like a battlefield. Pumpkins were smashed to pieces, cobwebs torn apart, lights ripped down, and decorations scattered across the lawn like broken bones. But as we’d soon discover, the truth about who destroyed everything was far more shocking than anything I could have imagined. Halloween has always been our holiday. Some families go all out for Christmas. Us? We

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