Halloween Book Nook Novels & Stories

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

Looked like I was going to make story time after all. There was a nice weekend crowd at the store. I positioned Mahina behind the small crowd and off to the side where she would have a better view. Crouching down, I pilfered a few items. A fake fur wolf-tail belt, a knitted wolf hat with tassels hanging down, fur cuffs around the ankles and wrists that sold well during Halloween. I snuck behind the bookcase. The girl that was doing the book reading had already chosen a book. I pushed a certain book forward, letting out a whine.

With the bright light that strayed Into the darkened place Slowly, I stepped into space Of glorious gist It was a sight to see For roots came down From the height over my head The flowers too seemed To have capped the lines of the muddy horizon It was funny because the sky was brown and not blue Still a beautiful hue And I saw more people dressed in their best Walking out of their hide It was a delight To finally Not be alone in the case That offered no chase From a sibling And no embrace from the family That I missed, I set aside my sorrow And swayed with the music That tuned in the night of Halloween As the clock strikes Thirteen Everyone cheered in mirth They voiced together Loud synch of

Uncle Roderick had always been very distracted. I reached for a picture of him and his brother with my mother. Both he and Papa had the same red hair that I had. My mother, on the other hand, always stood out from the family with her blond mane. I carefully ran my fingers over the photo. In the picture, the three looked so happy. At that time, none of them had known what horror would lurk in the future. Who would have expected to be killed by a couple of mutant dogs on their daughter's birthday?

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

By the time we get home, my nerves are still buzzing from the spark in the truck and the shadow in the woods. I don’t tell Noah or Emily what I saw. Not yet. I need to be sure. I need to understand it first. And I need to work. Because tomorrow is Halloween. My birthday. The full moon. And the night everything changes. I head straight for the dining room table where Liam has left out the spellbooks we’ve been studying. Tracking spells. Bloodline magic. Wards. Anything that might help us find my mother and Drake.

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.

She dropped her phone in the basket and her ticket in the black bowl. She tried looking from the mask that they were wearing to see their eyes, she caught a little glimpse of it and saw that their eyeballs were green. She glanced at the big book positioned before her. She studied the names and the date, it carried today's date and year. An idea struck her mind immediately. (If I can flip back to three years ago Halloween, I might see my sister's name) She thought and looked back at the Attendant who was watching her with keen interest now.

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 find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?