Halloween Letters Novels & Stories

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the clearing as Jace and his friends gathered around the trunk filled with letters from the old cabin. The air was thick with anticipation, and Jace could hardly contain his excitement as he prepared to delve into the past. “Let’s see what stories these letters hold!” Elara exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Jace carefully lifted the first letter from the trunk, its aged paper fragile beneath his fingers. “This one looks like it’s dated from 1945,” he announced, reading the date aloud.

One by one, the heads opened their cold, malevolent eyes and grinned with feral malice. My scream shattered into nothingness. I opened my eyes to a stabbing pain in my arm. Yanking up my sleeve, I stared in shock at the words carved into my skin: [[This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.]