Novel & Cerita Halloween: A Novel

The hours flew by and I didn't realise how late it was until I see Arthur entering the hall, his long legs eating up the distance between us. "Honey bun." He greeted, his lips curling into a warm smile, causing my heart to tug at the sound of his deep voice. I smiled in return before turning to observe the fully decorated hall in front of me. The theme for the Halloween Party is a masked ball and murder mystery. The hall is set up like a large crime scene with bloody sofas, broken furniture, lopsided decor and several broken memorabilia. And looking quite out of place against the crime scene is a dance floor and a DJ turntable located on one end of the room for people to dance.

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

Everything now seemed a trap, a sinister game orchestrated by unseen hands. With every heartbeat, she thought she heard ghostly footsteps approaching her walls. She clutched the blanket to her chest like a child clutching a comforting toy, but the terror was greater than any blanket, thicker than any wall. Her eyes leaped to the table, where the book still lay. Its dark cover glinted faintly under a sliver of moonlight, as if it were watching her, as if its earlier fall had been a message, not an accident.

" Behind us, Jody's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air. I pushed down the last bit of pain in my chest and walked into the sunset. Chloe, from now on... Daddy is going to live a good life for you in this world. The End

Then I threw them into the room where Nicole was being held. Seeing her bulging eyes and tongue stretched three feet long, they slammed desperately on the door in terror. No one said a word. All they could do was repeatedly use the knives I threw inside to kill Nicole—who could resurrect endlessly. And Nicole, using her long tongue, continued forcing them into desperate corners. By the time I went to collect the remains, the room reeked of blood so thick it stung the nose. There was not a single trace of human tissue left—only pools of blood and minced flesh.

Unease crept through her chest instantly. Someone was staring at her. Her heartbeat slowed painfully. Slowly— Elena turned around. And froze. A woman stood in the corner of the room. Ghostly pale. Long black hair hanging around a sunken face. Large hollow eyes stared directly at Elena without blinking. Her white dress was soaked heavily in blood. And lodged deep inside her stomach— Was a knife. Blood dripped slowly onto the floor beneath her. Elena’s breathing stopped. The woman took one slow step forward.

The Hacker’s Doll Intro: Noelle Rowe came to Haven Street to disappear, to slip free of her past, her pain, and the fear that clung to her like a second skin. So she rents a quiet apartment, puts her name on a contract and the mailbox for the first time, and tells herself this fresh start will finally be a life not shaped by terror. But Haven Street has its own pulse and plans…. The building feels alive in ways she couldn’t explain… lights that flicker back to life as she walks past, doors that click when she approaches, a strange, unsettling certainty curling low in her stomach that she is never truly alone inside her own home.

I rented a place, hoping to enjoy a few days of peace, but someone kept ruining that. A woman outside was pounding on my door, screaming in a raspy voice. "Linda, open up! Were you the one who gave Daniel the idea? Did you tell him to come ask me for money? Open up!" Even though my neighbors tried to stop her, it did no good. I sighed at how similar she and Daniel were, though Chloe was even more shameless. Without warning, I opened the door, and she nearly fell inside.

The Cursed Master They call it Frostwillow. A forest cloaked in snow and silence, its trees blackened by time and secrets. But I remember when it was something else — green and alive, pulsing with the blood of my kin. Before the slaughter. Before the betrayal. Before the curse.

Today's research had been beyond draining, adding to the fact that Maura is extremely bubbly, she basically wore me out with her endless talk. The hallway was quiet, save for the distant murmur of voices. My footsteps were soft, padded against the wooden floor. The last thing I wanted was to run into anyone and exchange unnecessary pleasantries. Then the air changed. A sharp scent—metallic, primal, feral—hit my nose, and my feet slowed. Just ahead, the door to the courtyard was cracked open. Every part of my being screamed to turn back, but for some reason, I felt a strong pull. I inched forward, drawn by something I couldn’t name, and peeked through the gap.