Halloween Pumpkin Stories Novels & Stories

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

I woke up that day with a sense of dread in my gut. It was the day of the full moon, and I knew that I was not going to be initiated into the pack. I had failed the trials, and I was weak. But despite my failure, I still had to attend the ceremony.

Zara was dressed as Cinderella and we both took the initiative and dressed like the evil step-sister. Drake was Cinderella's prince and Justin insisted he was the vampire sent to suck the blood of the peasants. Mark as Robin hood came to steal from the rich and also steal my heart according to him. I had never laughed so hard when he told me he chose robin hood customs so he could steal back my heart whenever a rich lord stole it. Chris and Annie were the ogres and Charlotte and Amber dressed as Evil stepmother and snow white respectively. The customs at the Halloween party were more coordinated than the other years. We had enough activities lined up for both the kids and the adults.

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.

I hear there's going to be dancing later. "Dancing?" Andrew raised an eyebrow. "What kind of dancing?" "The best kind, of course." Goodman said with a mischievous grin. "The kind that makes you forget your troubles and just enjoy the moment." "I like the sound of that." May June said. "Let's get this party started!" "Wait, wait. " Goodman said mysteriously. " This is a Halloween party after all. There's supposed to be some scary stories told. " "Hey, I never said we were." Goodman said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "I just thought it would be fun. Something to get us in the Halloween spirit."

It was seven in the evening when everyone arrived and the table was busy. After we all are, the ladies went in to do the dishes while we made the bonfire placing camp chairs around it. Also a large bag of marshmallow along with sticks and a cooler of drinks. The ladies came out and we all sat enjoying the heat and cold on our skin sharing stories and that was when my mum decided to share embarrassing stories about my brother and I. "Mum, that is enough." I groaned in mortification as mum was telling a story about how we got scared during one Halloween night of our childhood.

He then began to tell a story that Hana thought absolutely doesn't make sense. *** "Don't come out at sunset if you don't want to be kidnapped by a witch." Long ago, when her grandfather was still alive, he used to scare Hana with that sentence every time Hana come home late because she was too busy playing. The sentence that when she was more mature she considered a delusion but surprisingly actually did exist. The witch that Hana considers a fairy tale turns out to be a real creature roaming around her. Even with other creatures such as vampires and werewolves.

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

I nodded, trying to steady my voice. “Last night was Halloween. Our boss, William Zoo, booked out a rural horror-themed escape room. He said anyone who made it through without screaming would get ten thousand. “There were nine of us. After we went in…” I went through everything—the layout, mechanisms, and performance of the scarecrow character with the oversized pumpkin head. He didn’t move, just listened in silence. “You said the pumpkin-headed character chased you with a chainsaw?” “Yes. It was incredibly loud, just this constant buzzing.”