Halloween Letters Novels & Stories

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

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.

Paper cuts hurt more when they came with your name carved into them. The tray of letters was worse. At first, I thought they were formal notes—diplomatic condolences, perhaps. But the moment I opened the first one and saw the smeared ink and jagged script, I knew better. “You fooled him once. Let’s see how long it lasts.” The next letter had no greeting, just a warning: “You’ll hang the moment his spell breaks.” The one after that didn’t even use words—just a child’s sketch of a wolf being hunted, burned.

The black Rose and another of those creepy threat letters. My breath hitched. Carefully I closed the door behind me, the fear of the threat owner coming to light from behind, my hand was seriously trembling as I scanned both ends of the hallway, heart pounding as I unfolded the letter. “You should count yourself lucky today, I had a surprise planned, something you and your souls would have loved to meet. But this time, you get a pass. The moment Damien gets wind of this, though, consider yourself dead. Don’t even think of looking for me, every attempt will be seen as you begging for more of this and trust me, it will get much more worse.The more you look the more I’m drawn to blowing your br

Dear Leo, It's been seven years since I met you in the parking lot of our high school and now I share your last name. You're at work right now so I'm writing you a letter for old times sake because it's our two year wedding anniversary today and I thought I'd bring back the thing that put us in each other's lives in the first place - letters. This time, I'm not writing to myself but instead to you because you're my rock. The funny thing to me was how I found you when I wasn't even looking.

(Anastasia's POV) "Happy Halloween." a husky voice whispered in my ear and I jumped, dropping the carton of milk on the table but it was closed, so nothing spills. It was early morning and it was Halloween today. My dress was hanging in my closet and the mere thought of wearing it in front of Caleb made tingles shoot up my spine.

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.

I threw myself onto the bed and held up the letter. "Alright, let's see what we've got here, Laura George," I muttered to myself, managing a crooked smile but as my eyes skimmed the first line, my entire body tensed. "With the memories of that night still lingering in my head, I write to you..." My grip tightened. "That night? What night?” I cleared my throat. "Uh... excuse me?" I muttered to no one in particular, before continuing. “With the memories of that night still lingering in my head, I write to you about how impactful our encounter has been on me—positively, I should add.

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.]

Helia. Monday, October 27th. Days later… Morning. Knock. Knock. Knock. My fist pounds against the door, urgently. The hallway around me drips with orange and black. Halloween decorations strung across walls, paper bats fluttering above. I don’t care. I’m not in the mood for jack o’ lantern smiles or fake cobwebs. My younger brother is fighting for his life, and in his unconscious state, he keeps muttering one name, Prudence.