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Elira Bregu

Halloween Night Twist of Sarah and Ben

Twelve-year-old twins, Sarah and Ben, had been waiting all October for Halloween night. Every year, they watched other kids in their neighborhood put on costumes, run from house to house, and collect candy by the bucket. This year, they hoped to join in the fun, but their parents didn’t allow them to celebrate Halloween. Their family believed Halloween was a night for mischief and devilish things, a holiday they’d been told was meant to honor the devil, not God.



As Halloween night crept closer, the twins couldn’t resist the excitement that filled the air. Their neighborhood transformed with pumpkins, ghosts, and scarecrows, and every friend they knew was buzzing with plans. It didn’t seem fair that they couldn’t join. All they wanted was a little fun, a chance to be a part of the magic they’d heard about.

 

So on the morning of Halloween, they decided to talk to their parents, hoping they could change their minds.


“Mom, Dad, please just this once?” Sarah pleaded at breakfast, her eyes wide with hope.


“We know you don’t like Halloween, but it’s not like we want to do anything bad. We just want to dress up and get some candy.”


Their dad shook his head, his face serious. “Sarah, Ben, Halloween is a holiday that celebrates things we don’t believe in. We don’t honor evil in this house. We celebrate light, goodness, and everything that brings us closer to God.”


“But Dad, not all kids think that way!” Ben said, trying his best to be brave. “To us, it’s just a chance to dress up like superheroes or funny characters. We don’t want to be scary or do anything bad.”



Their mom looked at them thoughtfully and then knelt beside them. “I know it seems harmless, but we believe it’s best to stay away from things we don’t understand or that could lead us down the wrong path. We don’t want you caught up in things that don’t fit our beliefs. But,” she added with a soft smile, “we can have our own special night here at home. We’ll make treats, play games, and maybe tell stories of faith.”


Sarah and Ben nodded disappointed. They could tell their parents wouldn’t budge. But just as they were about to accept another Halloween stuck at home, an idea sparked in Sarah’s mind.


“What if we create our own Halloween?” she suggested. “We could dress up as heroes from Bible stories or saints. And instead of trick-or-treating, we could go around giving treats to people—maybe people in the neighborhood who don’t have anyone visiting them.”


Their parents exchanged glances. After a pause, their dad nodded slowly. “That could be a good way to make Halloween about kindness and sharing. It sounds much more meaningful.”


By the time night fell, Sarah and Ben were dressed as angels, complete with homemade halos and glowing lanterns to light their way. With their parents’ blessing, they went door-to-door, giving out little bags of treats they’d made at home. Each time they knocked, they shared a smile, a compliment, or a friendly “Happy Halloween!” They watched as surprised neighbors lit up with smiles, touched by the twins’ thoughtfulness.


One neighbor, Mr. Thompson, was especially grateful. “Thank you, kids,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t expect anyone to stop by. You’ve brought a little light into my evening.”


When they got home, Sarah and Ben sat down with their parents, and shared their stories of the smiles and joy they’d spread that night. That night they realized Halloween didn’t have to be about scary things or costumes. For them, it had become a night to celebrate kindness, to bring a little light to others, and to honor their beliefs in a way that felt true to who they were.


“Maybe Halloween isn’t about the devil or darkness after all,” their dad said softly. “Tonight, you two showed us that it can be about light and love. And that’s something worth celebrating.”



From that night on, every Halloween became their own “Night of Light,” a new family tradition that honored their beliefs and brings a touch of kindness to the world around them.


By Elira Bregu

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