Halloween Creepy Stories Novels & Stories

** My hands were firm on the steering wheel as Mikael and I journeyed through the darkened road. It had been one hour of us in the car, the city turning into country and the road transitioning into dirt and moist earth beneath my car's wheels. We kept conversation minimal the first hour because we were both nervous. Mikael, however, was more anxious than I was. He had never been to the Bayou of the Shunned, but like everyone else, had heard tales about the cursed swamp and the witch that ruled over it as its Supreme Sorceress. Sajida was the bedtime story mambos and houngans told their kids about to keep them in line; in the black community, Sajida was "that" woman that the children of voodo

Lima went frightened very much. She wanted to send Amara away immediately but the young lady was an educated woman. She did not believe in ghosts and refused to listen to her grandmother. The wedding preparation was in full swing. The night before Amara went to bed, she got a call from Alexander. "Hi baby, how are you?" You see I am stuck here in this haunted house, you are a very brave woman. Can you help me get out of it?" Amara at once left her house to reach Alexander. As soon as she reached the premises of the ghostly palace, she began to hear the weird voices.

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!”

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.

I asked. "I've heard the old people here speak of a demon baby which had last been brought to the earth five decades ago and grew up among humans. Draining them of every energy." She explained. "There is no such thing Peggy. Stop believing everything they say. It's not true." I opposed. "Then let me take my bath for St to be on the safe side. They had said that two people had sex without bathing on Halloween night and the woman only gave birth on the next hallo..." She said.

Once I'm transformed, I let a howl that shakes my entire building. Early the next morning, every other teacher asked about my 25th birthday. I'd usually make up a fantastical lie, but today I answered, "Lonely." Mrs. Dotson quickly interjects, "I have a lovely sister. You two should meet." "Thanks, Mrs. Dotson. Maybe one day soon I'll oblige your offer." All Hallows Night, everyone put out treats and lanterns to deter demons and spirits from visiting their home. It's the ideal night to go to her tomb. My wife was never supposed to be here. My mother told me she could cure me.

It was cool, slightly sweet, and soothing against my tongue. Eloise sat across from me, her hands wrapped around her glass, her posture relaxed in a way that still surprised me. Widowhood had hollowed her once. Now, slowly, life was filling her back in. “The blood moon always scared me as a child,” she said suddenly, lowering her voice as if the moon itself might hear. “My mother used to tell us stories whenever it was close.” I smiled faintly. “What kind of stories?” “The creepy kind,” she said, grinning. “She said spirits walked freely during the blood moon. That the veil between realms was thinner. That wolves who weren’t careful could lose themselves forever.”

Just because he’d told her he loved her didn’t mean he’d refrain from killing her along with everyone else once his monster was unleashed. Silly character. But then, I guess that would mean foolish me too because, more importantly, no one was forcing me to read this. At night. During a thunderstorm. Creepy stories always kept me up, restless and alert to every creak and groan around me, especially when I’d been drinking. And yep, after a curious glance toward the coffee table, I noticed my wineglass was empty. As was the bottle sitting next to it. Sleep would most definitely be eluding me tonight.

When I got home, I made a dish with one of the squash and half of the mushrooms and decided to save the berries for breakfast. I tried the radio and heard the familiar voice that was announcing the warning before but now it had some added information at the end. "Vampires can killed with a stake to the heart or cutting off the head. They can be hurt and sometimes killed by fire. Beware, they are capturing humans to feed on. Stay out of any populated areas. If you see any, proceed with extreme caution. Werewolves are also catching humans. We don't know why. They can only be killed with silver. They are extremely strong and can change shape at will. At the time of this recording at least 70% o

Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even have been real. Still, it was funny, how the thin giant’s head didn’t seem nearly as large and monstrous tonight as it had when they were younger. There were other Halloween decorations on display along Brazier Drive, amid these sleeping Houses of the Holy. Richard noticed some window-cling mummies, and a bedsheet ghost in the trees. An autumn-harvest scarecrow with a pair of dullish orange pumpkins (whose fleshy insides must be turning to stringy, seeded mush with the warm September days) sat on the porch stoop next door.