Halloween Letters Novels & Stories

Then the voice returned, not loud, but sure: “You already belong.” She awoke with the taste of belonging lingering like morning dew. --- Bacolod’s Letters Begin Inspired by the dream, Jo began folding her own letters. The first was simple, penned during a quiet afternoon: “You deserve to be received softly.” She signed it with a small stalk of rice: 🌾 She left it between the pages of an abandoned book in a café, her pulse quickening with the thrill of anonymous giving. Her second letter found its place at the bus terminal:

We put out pumpkins and ghost decorations for Halloween, and cornucopias and turkeys for Thanksgiving, and in turn, they close their shops early and keep a quieter pace during the Somber Howl and stay up all night, telling stories of ancestors from long-ago during the Winter Solstice. “Then you can carry them to bed later.” I say with a chuckle as I put my head back down on my forearms that are still resting on my desk. Zella reaches over and begins running her fingers through my brown, curly, mess of hair. “So what happens next?” She asks. I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level.

Gesturing at me to stay quiet and to step off to the side of the door, he grabbed the handle and flung it open. I was fully prepared to see someone standing in the hall, but when we looked, all that was there were our class schedules on the floor with a note that sent a chill of anticipation up my spine: HUMANS PACK UP AND LEAVE NOW, OR ELSE YOU WONT SURVIVE THE WEEK! WE DO BITE! XOXO No name was signed to it. Typical. Still grasping the letter in my hand, I look over at a concerned Rowan with a devilish grin on my face,

I tilted the cover just enough to give them a glimpse. “A witch!” “There’s a kitty!” “Is it about ghosts?” The children scrambled off the adults’ laps and crowded closer. “Halloween is almost here. So today, I’m going to read you a story called *The Wonders of Halloween*.” The children eagerly began telling me about the Halloween decorations they had made at school. Before I knew it, even more of them had gathered around me. “Rin was a girl who was afraid of ghosts and the dark. That was why she could not understand why everyone else wanted to turn into ghosts—”

She commanded the soldiers and the witch was pulled away from the scene given in the same treatment. When Otaku's body was trailed by the soldiers to the burial ground situated in the outskirts of the city, all the citizens of Hamster began to celebrate the occasion like a festival. Crackers were burnt as a symbol of victory over the evil. Men were pleased for their women stand protected. The females begin to breathe, a sign of relief on their faces and children danced in gay. The princess was very happy seeing her subjects in joy. But was it the happy ever after for the royal kingdom and people of Hamster?

CHAPTER 6 Blessed are the Bold “The name means Hill of the Ghouls. Isn’t that messed up?” The black van clunked on through the fading light of day. It was All Hallow’s Eve and rather than get drunk and steal candy from children like their peers, Jon and friends were bundled away in warm winter gear and passing around a bottle of scotch Kathy had stolen from her parents’ liquor stock. “How much longer, you reckon?” Louis asked. “Soon. Maybe twenty more minutes,” Michael answered from the driver’s seat.

We walked through the lobby to the streets of Manhattan which were still a bit crowded. "I'm used to getting what I want, Miss Heather." He replied in a low voice, making my stomach feel nervous. I ignored his last sentence and then turned my gaze to the lantern that some workers were putting up in one corner of the block. Oliver said something about a festival that was going to be held in Manhattan. "Is there an event to be held at this place?" I asked, pointing at the lanterns. He turned to me. "Halloween. Some blocks will be closed for half the day."

I'm certain if he could hear my thoughts, he would have sentenced me to death. Halloween was here, and I was in my room, dressing up as a spider. I had bought my costume a few days ago, while Sam dressed up as a Necromancer. We both went to the school and saw different people in scary costumes. I could feel it was going to be a scary night. I saw Tasha and went to hug her, she dressed as Harley Quinn and it really suited her. A few minutes after everyone had different conversations and complimented each other's costume, a guy stepped up.

Tell me why you would just come to somone’s property and feel that you can just mess it up and do as you please. I don’t know the reason why you should have such effrontery, like the audacity to do such a thing. Perhaps, you are all mad. Prepare for the repercussions, prepare to face the consequences of your recklessness and stupidity,next time you will learn to mind your business, bunch of idiots you are!* The crazy thing about the letter was that it was sealed with blood. Blood was what they used to write the seal of the Crescent Moon Pack. “Alex, look, I’m wondering why it’s all coloured and written in blood, I commented on the blood,but Alex seemed even unbothered by the blood.

~ Emily ~ The old Victorian house at the end of Maple Street had stood empty for years. Tonight it glowed with orange jack-o’-lanterns lining the cracked driveway and fake spiderwebs stretched across the porch. A handwritten sign on the door read: “Halloween Party – Enter If You Dare.” I adjusted the short black dress that barely covered my ass, the fabric thin and silky against my skin. I had come as a “sexy witch” with a pointed hat, fishnet stockings, and a little wand. I twirled nervously.