Halloween Riddle Novels & Stories

If they wanted him to see it, they were expecting a reply. By dawn, I was already on the move, slipping through back alleys and over the sleeping rooftops of the city. I avoided the council guard routes with practiced ease. I knew the Frost fang’s patterns, he’d studied them once as an outsider, and now again as something much more dangerous: an anomaly. The scent of smoke and wildflowers hit me just before I reached the edge of Kaela’s quarter. A warding spell. Fresh. Kaela’s. She was buying time.

Ah Halloween. The creepiest month of the year. Im not a big fan of halloween. But apparently Lance is. He told me that in halloween there's a creepy house that's rumored to be haunted. Curious George wanted to check it out and it's dragging me there too. "So, you four are also coming too." I smiled. "As long as I don't have to dress in a churro costume I'm good." Ricky said which caused us to laugh. Yeah Bri made him dressed as one last year.

“Where?” “Pennhurst, with Kujo.” “Brandon.” “Hey, you ugly beast.” He let out a bitter scoff. “Of course you would go watch this with him instead of coming” “I’d already promised I would come lend a hand for Halloween. You know it’s a busy night here around.” “Of course.”

I stare at the approaching road as I drive from the center of town back home, and I occasionally sip on a coffee I made and poured into a travel mug, but nothing seems to cure my grogginess. Halloween is around the corner and all the businesses around the lake have decorated their storefronts for the holiday. Webs line windows with giant spiders, skeletons stand at attention to usher customers inside, and the dentist's office has a window painting of three witches around a bubbling cauldron with a written offer to trade in candy at a dollar per pound.

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.

“Bragging rights. Eternal glory. Possibly a pumpkin-themed candle I got on clearance. What more do you people want?” I turned to William. “I want the candle.” He nodded solemnly. “We are in.” Haley clapped once, then dramatically pulled a glittery orange envelope from her hoodie pocket and handed it to me. “First clue, wife of William,” she said in a mock game-show voice. “Read it with emotion.” I opened the envelope, half-expecting a glitter bomb. It was just a folded index card with her loopy handwriting. ❝*Task One: Take a couple selfie with a stranger and make them say “Happy Pre-Halloween, Gerald.” Bonus points if they ask who Gerald is.*❞

SSHS 91 Two more days before the Halloween event, three days before October 31st. For the last two weekends of October, the majority of the dorm students wanted to stay for the weekend, using the reasoning of wanting to spend more time with friends and that they would want to try some things such as a Ouija Board or the famous Bloody Mary ritual. Nonetheless, they just want to feel the spookiness of the season, and to also play some pranks to the unsuspecting passersby or some of their classmates. And of course, not everyone is safe from the pranks, not even the well- respected Student Council. And it was Hestia who was targeted the most, since she was the one who stays in the dorms, and the

Rachel's heart started beating in a crazy manner when her eyes landed at the creepy altar in the middle of the forest. She took a step back and then hugged her child as if she's clinging on the last thread of light. "What's the problem, love?" Ron asked in a loving manner, however, Rachel found it eerie and evil. Rachel shook her and then surround her gaze. Everyone in the lost town gathered around the altar and are all wearing dark purle cloak. "No," Rachel muttered in a whispering manner. "No!" She took three steps backwards and then started dashing their way out of the forest.

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.”

Cheryl nodded. "The witch is very far away. In the past, there was a beautiful princess from the kingdom of Onion who wanted to wash gold in the river. The Princess met a pumpkin, in the shape of gold too, the Princess took the pumpkin to eat, mistaking it for Halloween." "Then continue." Faaza urged. Meanwhile, Cheryl had to rack her brain again because of her original composition. "Do you know Halloween? Uh, it's scary. They like to bite small children, but their teeth are toothless hihi."