Kids Mock Needy Classmate for Cheap Halloween Costume until Principal Shows up Wearing the Same — Story of the Day

A poor little boy is in tears after being teased by his classmates for the cheap Halloween costume his father made until the school principal shows up wearing the same.

Levi loved his small house and his parents, Carol and Darren. They weren’t rich, but they were there for one another and him, which he admired. But one afternoon, after returning home from school, Levi was upset with his parents.

How could he not be upset? It was Halloween, the trick-or-treating season, and there was a fancy dress competition at his school, but Levi’s parents didn’t have enough money to get him a new costume.

His classmates would all be dressed as Superman, Batman, or one of the Avengers, but he would have to make do with his old costume!

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“Honey, please understand,” Carol said. “You know, daddy and I are trying our best to save this house. We need to put money aside for the mortgage payment.”

“Do you not love me, mom?” asked Levi sadly. “I don’t want the house. I want a new costume. But you love the house, not me!”

Carol sighed. “It’s not like that, honey. Mommy and daddy love you the most! We love you more than anything!”

“No!” he screamed in tears. “You are lying! You don’t love me! You love the house!”

With that, Levi disappeared to his room in tears and didn’t come out even for dinner. No parent wants to see their children sad; even Carol didn’t. Did she have a choice, though? Not really.

They were drowned in loans, and their small shop just brought them enough to get by. But seeing Levi sad bothered her, so she discussed it with Darren over dinner.

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“He’s sad, hun,” she said. “Can we get him a new costume? If not, I’ll find a part-time job.”

“Don’t stress yourself out, honey,” Darren said. “You already have too much on your plate right now. I’ve got an idea…”

Two days later, while Levi was eating dinner alone in his room, still upset with his parents about the costume, Darren walked in with a huge parcel in his hands.

In this cruel world, we must stand up for one another and encourage the good.

“Can I come in, little boy?” he asked at the door.

“No, you can’t,” Levi said. He didn’t even look up from his plate.

“Even if I say I got you a new costume?” Darren asked. “I thought you’d be excited.”

“Did you?” Levi looked at the parcel in Darren’s hands and grinned. “Is that a new outfit? Really?”

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“Yes, it is!” said Darren. “Now, can we have a little apology for mommy because you yelled at her two days ago? She was so worried about you.”

Levi was so excited to see his new costume that he bolted from his room and hugged Carol. “You and daddy love me! Not the house! I’m so sorry, mom! Let’s see my new costume together!” He held her hands and ran so fast that she almost tripped.

Then came the BIG moment. When Levi opened the parcel and saw the costume inside, he was in tears.

“Is that a robot?” he asked. “Dad, mom, I love robots!”

“We know you do, little boy,” said Carol. “Do you like it? Daddy made it for you!”

“I love it, mom and dad!” chirped Levi, wiping his tears. “I love it very much! And I love you so much! Thank you!”

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Levi was delighted. He loved the robot costume Darren had made out of cardboard and duct tape. Yes, it wasn’t expensive, but it had his heart and his dad’s efforts.

But on the day of the fancy dress event, Levi was crying because of the costume. He was sad because all his classmates were teasing him.

“Look, Levi is wearing a piece of colored cardboard!” a boy said and laughed. “He couldn’t even buy a new costume!”

“Don’t say that, Tony!” Levi protested, swallowing the tears in his eyes. “My dad worked hard on this! He went through videos on his computer, and he did so much hard work!”

“Oh, did he?” another kid said and chuckled with his friends. “Well, that outfit makes you look like a loser! I bet your dad’s a loser too!”

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All the kids were so mean to Levi that he started crying. When his name was called, he didn’t show up on the stage and instead cried backstage.

Soon, the show was over, and everyone got to flaunt their costumes except Levi.

“I’m so sorry, dad…” He sniffed. “I didn’t even take part in the competition! I wasted your hard work! I’m sorry…”

Suddenly, Levi heard a loud gasp. He looked at the stage and couldn’t believe his eyes. The school principal, Mr. Frederick, was on the stage, and he was dressed as a robot! A red one, unlike Levi, who was wearing a blue costume.

“Where is my fellow robot? Levi, where are you, child?” he called out from the stage.

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“Mr. Frederick?” Levi exclaimed as he stepped onto the stage. “You have the same costume as me!”

“Call me, Captain Red!” he said stiffly. “Agent Blue, you got a nice suit there! Mine took so much time to make!”

“You look cool, Captain Red!” Levi smiled, having forgotten his worries. “My dad made me this suit! I just love it!”

“That’s wonderful, Agent Blue! I’ll ask your dad to make me a suit next time! I saw some kids didn’t appreciate your costume, so I thought, why not show them they’re wrong? You know what? I love your outfit! You’re lucky! Your dad spends love on you, which is more important than just spending money on children…”

That day, Levi won the competition. His dress stood out from the bunch of Spidermans, Batmans, Avengers, and Disney princesses, and he had a huge smile on his face as he lifted the trophy with Captain Red!

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At that point, the group of mean kids huddled around Levi and apologized. “WE ARE SORRY, LEVI!” they cried in unison. “Your costume was awesome!”

Levi was happy that the other kids loved his costume. He shared the big basket of candies he had won as a part of the prize with them and said, “It’s ok! I’m not sad anymore. Let’s not be mean to others, ok? Mommy and daddy say we should love each other!”

“That’s absolutely right, Levi,” Mr. Frederick said gently. “Always remember, kids, that we need to stand up for each other and encourage the good in this world. Never put others down! That’s what Captain Red and Agent Blue also believe in!” he added with a wink, and all the kids happily nodded as they devoured the Halloween candies.

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What can we learn from this story?

  • In this cruel world, we must stand up for one another and encourage the good. Thanks to Mr. Frederick, the kids realized they were wrong to mock Levi and learned the importance of love over money.
  • Spending love on children is more important than spending money. Levi’s parents couldn’t afford to buy him a new costume, but they loved him so much that they couldn’t bear the thought of him being unhappy. So they got him a lovely outfit that Darren created himself.

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A Stranger Sat Next to Me While My Dying Husband Was in the Hospital and Told Me to Put a Hidden Camera in His Ward to Uncover a Truth

Diana was painfully preparing herself to say goodbye to her dying husband in the hospital. While she was struggling to process that he had only a few weeks left to live, a stranger approached and whispered the jolting words: “Set up a hidden camera in his ward… you deserve to know the truth.”

I never thought my world would end in a hospital corridor. The doctor’s words echoed through my skull like a death knell: “Stage four cancer… metastasized… he’s got a few weeks to live.”

The diagnosis shattered the future I’d planned with Eric. Fifteen years of marriage reduced to a handful of days. The golden band on my finger felt suddenly heavy, weighted with memories of better times: our first dance, morning coffees shared in comfortable silence, and the way he’d stroke my hair when I was sad.

A heartbroken woman standing in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken woman standing in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney

My stomach churned as I watched other families passing by. Some were crying, some laughing, and some were frozen in that peculiar limbo between hope and despair. I knew I had to get out before I shattered completely.

I stumbled through the automatic doors, the late September air hitting my face like a gentle slap. My legs carried me to a bench near the entrance, where I collapsed more than sat. The evening sun cast long, distorted shadows across the hospital grounds, mirroring the agony in my heart.

That’s when she appeared.

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A sad woman sitting in a hospital corridor | Source: Midjourney

She wasn’t remarkable at first glance. Just an ordinary nurse in her late 40s, wearing navy scrubs, with tired eyes that held something.

Her silver-streaked hair was pulled back in a bun, and her shoes were the sensible kind worn by someone who spent long hours on their feet. She sat beside me without asking, her presence both intrusive and oddly calming.

“Set up a hidden camera in his ward,” she whispered. “He’s not dying.”

The words hit me like ice water. “Excuse me? My husband is dying. The doctors confirmed it. How dare you—”

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A nurse sitting on a chair | Source: Midjourney

“Seeing is believing.” She turned to face me fully. “I work nights here. I see things. Things that don’t add up. Trust me on this… you deserve to know the truth.”

Before I could respond, she stood and walked away, disappearing through the hospital doors like a phantom, leaving me with nothing but questions.

That night, I lay awake in the bed, my mind racing. The stranger’s words played on repeat, competing with memories of Eric’s diagnosis day. How he’d gripped my hand as the doctor delivered the news, and how his face had crumpled in despair.

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A confused woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney

What did she mean by ‘He’s not dying’? The thought seemed impossible, yet that spark of doubt wouldn’t die. By morning, I’d ordered a small camera online with overnight delivery, my hands shaking as I entered my credit card information.

I slipped into his room while Eric was getting his routine scan the next day.

My hands trembled as I positioned the tiny camera among the roses and lilies in the vase on the windowsill. Each movement felt like a betrayal, but something deeper pushed me forward.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was apologizing to Eric or myself.

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A woman hiding a small camera in a flower vase | Source: Midjourney

An hour later, Eric was back in bed, looking pale and drawn. His hospital gown made him seem smaller somehow, and more vulnerable. “Where were you?” he asked weakly.

“Just getting some coffee,” I lied. “How was the scan?”

He winced as he shifted in bed, the sheets rustling softly. “Exhausting. The pain’s getting worse. I just need to rest.”

I nodded, squeezing his hand. “Of course. I’ll let you sleep.”

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A man lying in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

That evening, after making sure Eric was settled for the night, I went home and sat on my bed. The laptop’s blue glow illuminated my face as I accessed the camera feed, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

For hours, nothing happened. Eric slept, nurses came and went, and I began to feel foolish for listening to a stranger.

Then, at 9 p.m., everything changed.

The ward door opened, and a woman entered. She was tall, confident, and wearing a sleek leather coat. Her perfectly styled dark hair caught the light as she approached Eric’s bed, and what happened next made my blood run cold.

Eric, my supposedly “DYING” husband, sat up straight. No struggle. No pain. He seemed happy. The kind of happiness that seemed out of place on the face of a dying man.

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A woman in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, pulling her into an embrace that looked anything but weak. When they kissed, I felt my wedding ring burn against my finger like a painful sting.

My heart shattered as I watched them talk, although the camera didn’t capture the audio, their body language was intimate and familiar.

She handed him some papers, which he carefully tucked under his mattress. They looked like they were planning something big, and I needed to know what.

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A smiling man holding documents | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I returned to Eric’s room, my heart heavy with the secret I wasn’t supposed to know. He was back in character — pale, weak, struggling to sit up.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he rasped, reaching for the glass of water with trembling hands. “Bad night. The pain… it’s getting worse.”

I wanted to scream and hold him by the collar for answers. Instead, I smiled, the expression feeling like broken glass on my face. “I’m sorry to hear that. Anything I can do?”

He shook his head, and I watched him perform his role perfectly. How many times had I cried myself to sleep believing this act? How many nights had I prayed for a miracle while he was probably planning something with his secret lover?

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A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t go home that evening. Hidden in the parking lot, I waited, my phone ready to record the truth. I knew his mistress would visit.

Sure enough, the woman in the leather coat appeared, moving through the hospital with the confidence of someone who belonged there.

This time, I quietly followed her, keeping just close enough to hear.

Their voices drifted through the ward’s partially open door. “Everything’s arranged,” she said, her tone businesslike. “Once you’re declared dead, the insurance money will be transferred offshore. We can start our new life.”

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A cheerful woman in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney

Eric’s response was eager and delighted. “That’s awesome, Victoria. Dr. Matthews came through perfectly. Cost me a fortune to get him to fake the diagnosis, but it was worth it. A few more days of this act, and we’re free. Diana won’t suspect a thing. She’s already planning my funeral.”

“The mourning widow whose husband is very much alive!” Victoria chuckled softly.

“You should have seen her face when she visited me today. So concerned and so loving. It’s almost sad, poor thing!” Eric laughed.

“She was always dumb,” Victoria replied, and I heard the smirk in her voice. “But that’s what made her perfect for this. Once you’re ‘dead,’ she’ll get the insurance payout, and we’ll transfer it all before she knows what hit her. Then it’s just you and me, darling.”

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A man laughing | Source: Midjourney

The casual cruelty of their words cut deeper than any sharp blade. Fifteen years of marriage reduced to a con job. Agony filled my eyes, but it wasn’t the time for tears.

It was time for payback.

I recorded everything on my phone, my mind already forming a plan. They wanted to play games? Fine. I could play games too.

The next day, I made calls. Lots of calls. To family, friends, coworkers — anyone who’d ever cared about Eric.

My voice broke at just the right moments as I delivered the news: “His condition has worsened dramatically. The doctors say it’s time to say goodbye. Please come today. He’d want you all here.”

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A woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

By evening, Eric’s room was packed. His parents stood by his bed, his mother sobbing quietly into a handkerchief. Colleagues murmured condolences. Friends from college shared memories of better days.

Eric played his part, looking appropriately weak and grateful for the support, though I could see panic beginning to creep into his eyes as more people arrived.

I waited until the room was full before stepping forward. My hands weren’t shaking anymore. “Before we say our final goodbyes,” I announced, my eyes boring into Eric’s, “there’s something you all need to see. My dear husband, bless his ‘dying’ soul, has been keeping a huge secret from all of us…”

Eric’s eyes widened. “Diana, what are you doing?”

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A man gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

I connected my laptop to the room’s TV screen. The footage began to play: Eric, very much alive, embracing his mistress, Victoria. Then, the phone recording of their conversation about faking his death, bribing Dr. Matthews, and stealing the insurance money.

The room erupted in chaos.

His mother’s sobs turned to screams of rage. “How could you do this to us? To your wife?”

His father had to be held back by two of Eric’s brothers. Victoria chose that moment to arrive, stopping dead in the doorway as she realized their plan had crumbled to dust.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

The security arrived, followed by police. I watched as they led Eric away in handcuffs, his protests falling on deaf ears. Dr. Matthews was also arrested, and his medical license was suspended pending investigation. Victoria tried to slip away but didn’t make it past the elevator.

I filed for divorce the very next day and returned to that bench outside the hospital, hoping to meet the thoughtful stranger who’d saved me from dealing with the biggest betrayal of my life.

The same woman who’d warned me sat down beside me, this time with a small smile.

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A nurse sitting on a chair and smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Thank you,” I said, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of endings and beginnings. “You saved me from a different kind of grief.”

“I overheard them one night during my rounds. Couldn’t let them destroy your life. Sometimes the worst diseases aren’t the ones that kill you. They’re the ones that silently grow in the hearts of those we love, feeding on our trust until there’s nothing left.”

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A nurse looking at someone and smiling | Source: Midjourney

I lost my husband, but not to cancer. I lost him to his greed and lies. But in losing him, I found something more valuable: my truth, my strength, and the knowledge that, sometimes, the kindness of strangers can save us from the cruelty of those we love most.

As I drove home that evening, my wedding ring sat in my pocket like a small, heavy reminder of everything I’d lost and everything I’d gained.

The setting sun painted the sky in brilliant oranges and reds, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe again. Sometimes, the end of one story is just the beginning of another.

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A smiling woman in a car | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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