Halloween Riddle Novels & Stories

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.

The fairgrounds were already packed full by the time I arrived at the Halloween fair the next day. The air smelled like kettle corn and apple cider, and all I could hear above the din of excited students and screaming children was the sound of rides and Carnys trying to sell their rigged games. Ahead of me, a man on stilts dressed as the Grim Reaper terrorized a gaggle of children, and a woman dressed in a skimpy clown costume juggled bowling pins while passersby tossed coins into her hat on the ground.

Screams of Halloween Halloween, Halloween, Soft screams of blood chime, The period of dark, The day of ghouls, demons and imps, The day their kind travail upon the surface of Costumed in an array of themselves. The church hymes-- --as the m day dims The moon ascends-- --and the demons transcend Raging from the foils of their skin,-- --before the carnival of night. "Halloween, Halloween," they sang. Loud voices cried as the demons fed, Halloween, Halloween, Soft screams of blood chime.

When Emmet answered that his favourite colour was now red, Jasper admitted that his own was now blue. When Emmet had given Halloween as his favourite holiday, explaining to Jasper that it was when people placed decorations of pumpkins and bats outside their homes and give costumed children sweets when they approach and that it was a celebration of death and all the spooky things in the shadows, the spirits of people long dead finally returning to their families, and the oncoming harshness of winter.

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

“No, I don’t think so. Why? What is it?” “It’s an old Pagan festival. It’s where Halloween came from – it was celebrated on the last day of October, and it marked the end of the harvest season. It was also the night when the veil between worlds was at its thinnest.” “You mean, like, ghosts and stuff?”

Ellie asked, a memory on the cusp of her thoughts as she tried to focus on why it was familiar. "Yeah, you know how you said you saw a Fate with a long, flowing red dress at the Feast of the Fates? Well, the Feast of the Fates supposedly ends at Halloween, it's the culmination of all of the Fates celebrating another year of their people. The mother of the fates is the woman in the red dress. That's why it's a red moon, the moon becomes a reflection of the mother and when the feast ends, the fates decide how the next year will go. So, big changes always happen at Halloween," Sam said as she glanced behind her to make sure Ellie had heard her explanation.

With the bright light that strayed Into the darkened place Slowly, I stepped into space Of glorious gist It was a sight to see For roots came down From the height over my head The flowers too seemed To have capped the lines of the muddy horizon It was funny because the sky was brown and not blue Still a beautiful hue And I saw more people dressed in their best Walking out of their hide It was a delight To finally Not be alone in the case That offered no chase From a sibling And no embrace from the family That I missed, I set aside my sorrow And swayed with the music That tuned in the night of Halloween As the clock strikes Thirteen Everyone cheered in mirth They voiced together Loud synch of

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound