Halloween was his favorite day of the year—a day when you could become anyone you wanted, and the world transformed into something magical.
As Kevin wandered down the street, he admired the glowing decorations and spooky scenes set up in each yard. Witches cackled, doors creaked, and the sounds of Halloween filled the air. But one house stood out, not because it was spooky, but because it was completely dark. No pumpkins, no cobwebs—nothing. It was Mrs. Kimbly’s house.
Mrs. Kimbly was the quiet, older woman who lived alone. Kevin had mowed her lawn in the summer and shoveled her driveway in the winter, but she rarely said much beyond handing him his payment. Now, her undecorated house seemed out of place in the festive neighborhood.
Why hadn’t Mrs. Kimbly decorated for Halloween? Kevin couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Halloween was supposed to be fun, and he didn’t think anyone—especially someone living alone—should miss out.
Determined to help, Kevin crossed the street to her house. Leaves crunched under his sneakers as he approached her front door. He hesitated for a moment, then knocked. After a long pause, the door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Kimbly. Her face was stern, her eyes narrowed behind thick glasses.
“What do you want, Kevin?” she asked, her voice gruff.
Kevin swallowed nervously. “Hi, Mrs. Kimbly. I noticed your house isn’t decorated for Halloween, and I thought maybe you forgot. I could help, if you’d like.”
Her expression hardened. “I didn’t forget,” she snapped. “I don’t need decorations, and I don’t need your help. Now, go away.” She moved to close the door.
Kevin’s heart sank, but he wasn’t ready to give up. “I could do it for free!” he blurted out. “You wouldn’t have to do anything.”
But Mrs. Kimbly scowled and slammed the door. Kevin stood there, stunned. How could anyone hate Halloween that much? He knew her house would likely become a target for pranks if it stayed undecorated, and he didn’t want that to happen.
As Kevin walked home, an idea began to form. He wasn’t ready to give up on Mrs. Kimbly just yet.
At home, Kevin found his mom stirring a pot of soup in the kitchen. “Mom, something strange happened,” he said, sitting down at the table. He explained about Mrs. Kimbly’s dark house and how she had slammed the door in his face.
But when he mentioned Mrs. Kimbly’s name, his mom’s expression softened. “Maybe you should leave her alone,” she suggested gently. “People sometimes have reasons for doing things we don’t understand.”
Kevin frowned. “But, Mom, I think she’s not mad—I think she’s sad. Halloween is supposed to be fun, and I don’t want anyone to feel left out.”
His mom smiled softly. “You have a big heart, Kevin. Just remember, some people aren’t ready for help, even if they need it.”
Her words lingered in his mind, but Kevin still felt like Mrs. Kimbly was just lonely. He was determined to make her Halloween special.
The next day, Kevin gathered every decoration he could find—twinkling lights, plastic spiders, and his favorite carved pumpkin. It was special to him, but if it could make Mrs. Kimbly smile, he was willing to part with it.
He loaded everything into a wagon and headed back to her house. Kevin worked quickly, hanging lights and placing pumpkins on her porch. The house was starting to come alive with Halloween spirit. Just as he finished arranging the last pumpkin, the door flew open.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mrs. Kimbly stormed out, her face red with anger. “I told you not to decorate my house!”
Kevin froze, his heart pounding. “I just wanted to help,” he said softly. “It’s Halloween…”
Before he could say more, Mrs. Kimbly grabbed the nearest pumpkin—the one Kevin had spent hours carving—and smashed it on the ground. It shattered into pieces across the porch.
Kevin blinked back tears as he stared at the ruined pumpkin. He had worked so hard on it, and now it was gone. Without a word, he turned and ran home.
That night, dressed in his vampire costume, Kevin couldn’t enjoy Halloween. As he wandered from house to house with his friends, collecting candy, his thoughts kept returning to Mrs. Kimbly’s dark house. He knew the other kids might target her home for pranks, and he didn’t want that to happen.
Determined to stop any trouble, Kevin made his way back to her house. He sat on her porch, handing out candy from his own bag to passing trick-or-treaters, explaining, “Mrs. Kimbly’s not home.” He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there when the front door opened.
Startled, Kevin looked up to see Mrs. Kimbly standing in the doorway. Her face wasn’t angry anymore. “What are you doing here, Kevin?” she asked softly.
“I didn’t want anyone to mess with your house,” he explained. “I thought maybe I could help.”
Mrs. Kimbly sighed and sat down beside him. “I’m sorry for earlier,” she said quietly. “Halloween is hard for me. I don’t have any family, and seeing everyone else celebrate just makes me feel… alone.”
Kevin’s heart ached. “You don’t have to be alone,” he said. “You can celebrate with us. We’d love to have you join in.”
A small smile crept across Mrs. Kimbly’s face. “You’re a kind boy, Kevin. Thank you for what you did. And I’m sorry about your pumpkin.”
“It’s okay,” Kevin said, smiling back. “I have another one at home. We can carve it together if you want.”
Mrs. Kimbly chuckled softly. As Kevin ran home to grab the pumpkin, Mrs. Kimbly felt something she hadn’t felt in years—the warmth of Halloween spirit, all thanks to a boy who refused to give up.
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He Puts a Ring from a Tree Trunk on a Record Player. This Is the Most Extraordinary Sound of Nature I Have Ever Heard.
Nature is rich of beauty, both in its visual and auditory aspects. Many of us enjoy listening to the peaceful chirping of crickets on a calm night, the melodious calls of different birds, the croaking of springtime frogs, and the subtle rustle of leaves in the breeze. However, have you ever given the sound of a tree trunk any thought? You may actually hear the sounds of a tree trunk’s rings.
Everyone has heard the mesmerizing sounds of crickets chirping in the dark or the harmonious chorus of birdsong. Perhaps even the sound of springtime frogs croaking or the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze brought us joy. However, have you ever thought about tuning in to a tree trunk? Yes, a tree trunk—you read that right.
In actuality, we are referring to the rings within of trees when we talk about listening to their trunks. Tree trunks are full of rings that hold vital secrets about the life of the tree. These rings show how much water was available to the tree at different times of the year.
However, have you ever observed that these rings have a greater vinyl record-like appearance? Bartholomaus Traubeck, an artist, most likely did. He was intrigued by the concept and invented a unique kind of record player that had the ability to “read” the differences in color and texture between the rings inside a tree trunk. These patterns are converted into musical notes by this amazing apparatus, producing a distinctive kind of tree trunk music.
It’s possible that you’re asking how this is even feasible. With the use of light, Traubeck’s incredible record player interprets the color and texture of a tree’s rings to create music. Although it looks like something from a science fiction film, the technology is actually very simple.
Traubeck only need a basic PlayStation eye camera and a motor to move the record player’s arm. Data from the tree trunk was captured by the camera and subsequently uploaded to a computer. This data was interpreted into a compelling piano piece using a program called Ableton Live, resulting in a composition that is captivating.
You can listen to Traubeck’s record player play the entrancing sounds of nature by watching the video that is attached below. There are no random noises like crackling, which is unexpected. Rather, the sound that surfaced is incredibly lovely and eerie. It may bring to mind the enigmatic and seductive background soundtracks from the silent film period.
The fact that each tree has a distinct song just serves to highlight how amazing this is. Tree rings are unique, much like human fingerprints. We now virtually have an endless library of unique records because to Traubeck’s innovation. It’s a whole new perspective on and appreciation for nature’s magnificent symphony.
Thus, the next time you’re surrounded by trees, stop and pay attention. The remarkable sounds that come from a tree’s simple trunk may surprise you.
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