Doodle Halloween Novels & Stories

The beautiful and quiet moon suddenly passes rays that land on him. Alexander turned aghast at the mystical happening. He wasn't yet out of the shock and the moon disappears gradually to form a celestial sketch in the sky. His lips part going appalled living the heavenly experience. The hairs on his body stood up and then he could hear the words of the occult power astounded to believe his own ears.

“But the entire world is happy for you. You finally got back.” I nod. “Mill.” I see Silas arriving as he joins us in the couch. “Hi lads.” “Where were you Silas?” Jasper questions. “I was actually on the phone.” Silas answers casually before turning to me. “I have such a huge news for you.” “What is it?” “Do you have plans for Halloween?” “I love Halloween! Maybe we can dress up this year lads.” Jasper sounded hyped. My brows creasing, “Halloween? That’s in a week right?”

Picture Pennywise but scarier. My phone vibrated in my pocket which broke my chain of thought. Fishing it out, I read a text from Kendra that read, "Halloween dance is like three weeks away, are you going?" I didn't even need to give it a thought as I began texting back, "I don't dance Special K." A bubble with three dots appeared on my screen and a second later her reply came through, "Well that's dumb. Any-Body-Can-Dance. It's as simple as ABCD!"

as fires dance in flaming licks, Ewwww, I like it... Halloween no time for fools, the banshee comes with gaurding ghoul, we're taking him to scaring school Oh very cool, yeah I made some room, You can ride with banshee there, the one with all the crazy hair, you'll be alright just don't stare, It's not as if I just don't care, Huh!?! Great, The unwanted speaks, Well my dear, I'd say we're even

The fairgrounds were already packed full by the time I arrived at the Halloween fair the next day. The air smelled like kettle corn and apple cider, and all I could hear above the din of excited students and screaming children was the sound of rides and Carnys trying to sell their rigged games. Ahead of me, a man on stilts dressed as the Grim Reaper terrorized a gaggle of children, and a woman dressed in a skimpy clown costume juggled bowling pins while passersby tossed coins into her hat on the ground.

The maids screamed and covered their mouths when they saw the bone-white dress that looked holy turn into a death dress that looked like a dress after a murder. "Shut up! How long will this dress take to dry? I want to wear it for Halloween right away." Zella said Halloween. It was July instead of October! "It will take a while, Miss, because you poured so much paint on it," replied the maid, who was also afraid of what would happen if the paint didn't dry. "Not a problem, I'll put it on in twenty-five minutes." Zella crossed her arms in front of her chest. She smiled with satisfaction after seeing her beautiful and aesthetic work.

But I froze, suddenly understanding the significance of Holly's words. The two paintings did, indeed, feature different details, but Holly's painting had a clear theme of the Day of the Dead. The imagery revolved around marigolds, papel picado, calaveras and catrinas; there were also some petals and garlands scattered around, all marking the solemnity of the occasion. In the center of the piece, if one looked closely, one could see the silhouette of my late husband. I had been so eager to prove my point earlier that I hadn't noticed the detail.

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.

‘Something was off about this Halloween,’ Heather thought. She waited for a minute before she decided to walk back inside the house, since it was getting frosty. Heather rotated on her heels to only see the back of a stranger in a black gown sitting near the small muddy pond, sketching blood into the invisible air. No one was there when she was coming out, so when did this person appear here? Curiosity punched into her system, and she called, “Who are you? Do you live nearby? And what are you doing here at this hour?”

"Ohh really and what 'good' would that do huh. One minute your nice to them the next minutes they are taking advantage of it and they are all up in your throat" "Hmmm. I...maybe your right but still, you didn't have to be so mean about it......any way whats this thing call hallawayeen" Hazel squinting her face like she just saw the deadliest thing on earth and when I thought she didn't hear me I decided to call it again, only this time she stopped me before I even tried "Stop! Don't you do it... It's Halloween " " Ohh hallaoweeen" "No! It's, hallo not 'halla' okay hallo then ween. Halloween"