Cuphead Halloween Novels & Stories

I blew at the soup. "I know, and your aunt Jackie and little Frankie are coming over for Halloween." I didn't find that thought pleasing as I pictured the orange pumpkin crying in the middle of the street. I definitely wasn't taking that little demon out again. "Why must Frankie come with her?" I groaned loudly.

During Halloween. “Hey, lady! You got any candy?” Slowing to a stop as two pint-sized humans raced up to me—one dressed as Iron Man, the other Captain America—I deflated, realizing Miguel was totally missing out on trick-or-treating tonight. Not that we’d made him the best costume, though it had taken forever to cut up cardboard boxes, then tape them back together, and cover them in aluminum foil to make the robot he had planned to be. I just hated that having the flu was making him miss out on the opportunity to get out and be a kid. He didn’t deserve that. Poor guy already had enough on his plate.

Maddy’s POV For Halloween, Pine Creek lit up. The streets were flooded with lights, delighted little kids out for trick-n-treat, and costumed adults. When I came out of the house, Giselle and the crew were already waiting for me. We screamed at each other, thrilled. We checked out each other’s costumes, complimenting ourselves. “Doesn’t Maddy look like a real Harley Quinn, wow?” Giselle said, spinning me around to check out my costume.

“Yeah. Everyone in the pack is really excited about it. We’re also going to do a Halloween parade where all of the dressed up pups, and anyone else who dresses up can show off their costumes, followed by a Halloween party.” “That sounds like fun.” “Yeah. I thought so too. Do you think you can get home for either of those?” “When is Halloween?” “It’s on a Friday this year.” “Oh. I can’t, unfortunately.” “That’s ok. I’ll make sure to take lots of pictures, and video for you.” “Thanks. I feel bad for missing it though.” “Don’t. We all understand, and are so proud of you. You’re doing the right thing.” “Am I though?”

And every once in a while, I see the most stunning shades of purple peeking out too. The neighborhoods are decked out in their spookiest and most pumpkiny décor; they’ve prepared for the hordes of small children dressed as various witches, ghosts and ghouls, princesses and celebrities, animals and make-believe creatures, when they visit on Halloween, which is just a few days away. I have always loved how the humans celebrate this oddest of holidays; it’s secretly my favorite. Rocco, my driver for today and also one of the warriors here to act as extra security, pulls up to the circle drive in front of the council’s headquarters. Maddox and I each step out of our respective vehicles, as do th

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.

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.

I nodded, trying to steady my voice. “Last night was Halloween. Our boss, William Zoo, booked out a rural horror-themed escape room. He said anyone who made it through without screaming would get ten thousand. “There were nine of us. After we went in…” I went through everything—the layout, mechanisms, and performance of the scarecrow character with the oversized pumpkin head. He didn’t move, just listened in silence. “You said the pumpkin-headed character chased you with a chainsaw?” “Yes. It was incredibly loud, just this constant buzzing.”

Pumpkins had started showing up around the ward. Not real ones, but plastic, hollow, and too bright, but still pumpkins. Someone had taped paper bats along the hallway bulletin board, and the cafeteria offered watery orange punch they called “spooky brew.” It was almost Halloween, and Naya couldn’t stop thinking about how, this time last year, she’d been at Adrian’s office party, dressed in black silk, drinking real champagne. Now she was in paper slippers, eating Jell-O that looked like blood but tasted like cherry cough syrup.

That maybe, in the future he wants to work on a comic company. But, if you would look closely, Landon's sketches are about his schoolmate's death. He detailed everything, from their favorite clothes, to the way they will die. It is too gruesome for a fourteen-year-old boy like him. What he didn't know is that somebody's watching him from outside his window. A man wearing a black hoodie and baseball cap. This man stare at him curiously; studying him, and learning everything about him. This man knows the sadness that Landon is going through, and he means to do something about it.