Semua Bab Curse of the Hallow Moon: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Every family has stories. Stories of Christmases and birthdays. Funny stories and sad ones. Handed-down family history, if you will, and when we get together, we love to reminisce about them. About the “old days.” Some stories are unusual or even something scary that happened to one of our family members. Well, this is one of the latter, and if you’ll be patient, I think it will be satisfying and intriguing, maybe even chilled. Just trust me. This story was told to me by my beloved grandfather, whom I always called ‘Grandpa’. I was fifteen years old at the time. I adored my grandpa, and he felt the same as me. I followed him everywhere like a lost puppy.On one of his visits, which was during the Halloween season, he told me a particularly chilling story about his teen years at fifteen. Grandpa loved to tell me scary stories and there was nothing I liked more. It was our thing.I’m older now, and I have a husban

“Filthy Hunters,” Lazlo said, peering through the cornstalks at the hearse that really wasn’t a hearse parked in the middle of the graveyard.Billy was nervous. He hadn’t been a werewolf for long but managed to avoid crossing paths with hunters. Hell, it was the number one rule of survival. Werewolf and vampire hunters knew too much, yet they also knew too little. Unlike most mortals, they were aware the nightmare creatures of legend were real but unaware those creatures wished for nothing more than to live normal lives. Well… in most cases, anyway. There are always the bad seeds who make it more difficult for everyone else.With keen eyes and the help of the light from a full moon, Billy watched two young men and an older gentleman exited the hearse. The car itself had been customized with expensive rims and a hot rod paint job. The men opened the back door of the hearse and pulled automatic rifles from within. Then each strapped a sword

Raindrops pelted against the glass followed by a flash of lightning and a roar of thunder. It was the kind of weather that would make some afraid to even think of sleeping, let alone leave the television on. Eliseo was different; he slept through the storm. Not even the cat rubbing against his legs could wake him. The couch, although relatively new, creaked under his weight as he rolled over. He scratched his chin. The flash of lightning lit up the room and brought a frown to his face. He covered his eyes at another roar of thunder. The loud ringing of the telephone jolted him from sleep.Sitting up, he turned his attention to the television screen. Static greeted him. No sound came from the device. Maybe it was unwise to leave it turned on during this weather. The loud chiming came from the phone and continued as if the person on the other end was growing impatient. He yawned and grabbed the phone while noticing glowing eyes under the loveseat disappearing. He laughed. Appar

Becky and Millie Asplundh, Dr. Asplundh’s precocious children, were rummaging through their family’s storage unit. Hoping to find a few last-minute Halloween decorations when the city’s power and the public storage facility’s backup power system simultaneously failed. Millie, Becky’s younger sister, had a piercing scream that started whenever she felt discomfited or surprised. When the power failed and the darkness fell suddenly throughout the storage facility, she shrieked and wailed for an extremely long time. When Millie finally stopped screaming, Becky told her sister not to be afraid of the dark.“Calm down and chill out Millie!” she comforted her sister with a soothing voice. “Now that you have done all that screaming, do you feel any better? We are still here in the black void until the power comes back.” Her sister did not answer, so she continued speaking. “Anyway, we can both breat

‘The presence of life is not the absence of the dead.’Arianna, quoted to Matt, who’d just read her a few horror stories on Halloween weekend. An odor of burning firewood began to mantle around them. It alerted of a shady existence, which they’d no idea so far was there. As it enclosed, Matt creased his brows.“Are you scared?” he inquired, closing the last book he brought from the city library.They have been neighbors for quite some time, and subconsciously he developed romantic feelings for Arianna, but never dared to confess until he got drunk two years back on a rainy evening.In that intoxicated stupor, he professed his undying love with a forceful kiss. Shocked with his actions, she had slapped him and ran away while he’d drowned himself in his guilt.Next day, when he sobered up at noon, he’d gone to her and apologized. Her charcoal eyes intimidated him even without her making the sli