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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

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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.

"No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chosen one, the most powerful of them all, and Generosasis, she was." "That's a not-so-beautiful story, so you mean shapeshi

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

"Well, I do not blame her anyway. She lost her only sister, Samara, three years ago, exactly at this time, `` Hazel said. "The thought of Halloween always gives me the chills" she confessed as she recalled how her sister had been missing for three years, during the Halloween period. "And speaking of Halloween! Guess what Willow!" Piper was as excited. "What is it?" Billy nudged her as she rolled her eyes at him and glanced back at Willow who was agitating to hear what she had to say. "We are going to a Halloween show this season. We would go shopping tomorrow and get costumes" she giggled as Hazel scoffed.

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.

Crowburn. The town is said to have been built right above hell itself. "There is a myth about this town that every 100 years on Halloween night, demons from the very pits of hell come up to the earth and roam the streets, blending into the disguised populous searching for the perfect bride for their Prince. The Prince of Darkness himself. It is believed that the women die as they are never seen again, and every year, the demons return for more women." the woman speaking, my grandma pursed, taking a sip of water before continuing.

"I guess that you want to know about how I became like that?" "I do admit to being curious," He said. "Besides, what's Halloween or Samhain without a little story about things that go bump in the night?" he gave her a dashing smile. Arnou couldn't help but return his smile. He was so charming. "Ok. After all, you are letting me stay over so I don't have to make a mad dash for my own haven before I get cooked by the sun." She snuggled up underneath of his arm and began recounting her tale...