Creepypasta Halloween Novels & Stories

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

Piper nudged her as she flinched. "Come on girl! What is the matter?" Piper inquired as Willow gazed back at her with bulged eyes. (Should I tell her?) She thought. "Hey! Are you okay?' She asked again as Willow decided to spill. "Emm, do you by any chance, feel that this place seemed creepy?' " what are you talking about?" Piper giggled. "It is Halloween, it should be creepy of course" she rubbed her shoulders. (Of course, she would not understand me) she thought.

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

Sweat trickled down his face as the rattling stopped. Eliseo waited, but there was no sound. He placed both hands on the door carefully and listened. He couldn’t hear anything. With a deep breath, he unlocked the door and opened it very slowly. Halloween Night, 1992 The lights were bright in this neighborhood, and the decorations were amazing. One house went all out with the decorating. Classic horror icons stood in the yard along with a large pumpkin glowing behind them for an eerie effect. A picture of a black cat covered the entire front door. Eliseo stopped to admire the decorations. He wished he had a camera right now.

Multiple hands of the dead people reach out from under the earth trying to crawl out and Jessica stands with her arms wide apart laughing hysterically ................... ✍🏽 I wake up the following day, the day of Halloween. The house is lit up with pumpkin lights, some new red candles at the window waiting to burn, fake cobwebs on the door, rubber spiders on the toilet seat and blood paints on the door We played a recording of people screaming and people screaming while getting butchered and sounds of chainsaw ripping through the flesh of unfortunate souls—lovely tunes I meet Haley at the Kitchen, she just got the Halloween cookies out of the oven. She baked spider shaped cookies and she i

I glanced at both of them — Kent tense and evasive, Holly hollowed out and dazed — then began explaining calmly. “Today was Halloween. The kindergarten planned a trip to the amusement park. Our class unanimously chose to visit the haunted house, and all the parents agreed beforehand. “This morning, Tommy did request leave, saying he couldn’t come. But in the afternoon, Mr. Spark brought him to the kindergarten, saying he had a date and it wasn’t convenient to bring Tommy along.” The moment I said that, Kent’s shoulders jerked and he lowered his head in panic. Beside him, Holly looked up in utter disbelief.

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

I made my way between the cars towards the back of the building. “You know this is a special night, don’t you?” Wisps of fake fog curled and puffed off the stage as he strutted back and forth. “Halloween. All Hallows? I can tell ya it means a lot more than just stuffing fun-size Snickers in your face. Tonight’s the night the world of the dead overlaps with the world of the living. That means if you’re ever going to see a ghost, tonight’s your night!

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Hayley folded her arms ready to listen to what her friend had to say. “I feel like those memories were taken away from me. Mr. Hagen was murdered, but I can't just tell what exactly happened because I can't remember. Yesterday I had to force myself to make some research about the histories of Weston Hills.” Wendy said, narrowing her eyebrow to Hayley and then to Marcus. “If I may ask, what did you find?” Hayley interrupted raising her hands. “Well, my research told me about supernatural creatures that inhabited Weston Hills fifteen to thirty years ago.”