Halloweentown Grandma Novels & Stories

"That sounds like an excuse." Grandma Hale coughed lightly, avoiding eye contact. Elara couldn't help it. She chuckled. The old lady looked a little embarrassed, her face wrinkling slightly as she cleared her throat. "What?" Grandma Hale muttered. Elara stepped closer and gently held the old woman's arm. "Grandma... what's bothering you?" Grandma Hale hesitated. There was a long pause. The breeze passed between them, carrying the scent of jasmine. Finally, the old lady sighed. With a little bit embarrassed face, she admitted quietly, "I'll finally be leaving for the temple to pray... as I had said days ago."

At home, Grandma had the maids all gathered for a meeting, and anytime we maybe have a gathering or not, Grandma goes ballistic, to the point mom had to interfere and that ends in ended right. Grandma might be more than a hundred years she's got a lot of spirits, I wonder; what Plans do my mom and grandma have for nothing bake-off? I get to my bedroom to change out of my college attire and into the bake-off clothes or maybe a costume, my mother had the seamstress make for her not-so-perfect family. And yes, Mrs. Tori Grant, mom's seamstress isn't human, she's more like a werewolf, I think?....

Making my way to the front of the cabin I stop at the corner, realizing that I am stark naked. "No wonder my granddaughter likes you so much," a voice rings out in the dark night. Stepping around the corner I see Ella's grandmother sitting on the front porch with a large quilt in her hands. She holds the quilt out for me, and I quickly wrap my body, covering all of the important areas. "She is gone," the old witch says with a hint of sadness in her voice. I can tell that she has been crying. "Can't you just magic her home?" I ask stupidly.

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.

The citizens of the town took him in with the same kindness and acceptance they showed to all new creatures. Mrs. Belfry watched as the last of the townsfolk trickled into the meeting hall, before she stepped out of her yard and slowly took the steps up to the open doors herself. She looked in at her fellow creatures of Halloween. The Zombie, Mr. Shamus McLowry, with his decayed flesh and perfectly styled pompadour. Dr. Billingsly, the town’s mad scientist, with his crazed eyes and bloodied apron. Pete, the cawing raven, who owned Pete’s Sweets candy shop and employed Jack the scarecrow as a sales clerk, sat perched on a ledge in one corner of the large room. The meeting was filled with all

Standing under the stage, Mary Kinson secretly shook her head, "In the 21st century, there are people who are fooled by ghosts and gods. Her gaze only fell on Mo Grandma, who fell on the floor. Mo Grandma was still twitching, and the distance was widening, and saliva was running from her mouth. Grandma Mo is old, and if the stroke is not treated in time, the consequences will be unimaginable. It was too late to think any further. Mary Kinson took advantage of Mo uncle’s brainwashing, quietly walked onto the high platform, crossed him, and squatted next to Mo grandmother. The eyes of Mo's family moved from Mo's second uncle to Mary Kinson . Mohan exclaimed excitedly, "Mary Kinson, what are yo

Nana was looking outside the window, listening to the music of the winds. “Nana?” I called after her before she shushed me. “Hush, child,” she said before she was moving to the front door. I followed her and I was looking at the mob that was circling the house. Grandpa came out after a while. “What is all this?” he asked as I was looking at the villagers that I got to know last week. One of them was the boss who spared his life last night. “She’s a demon. She’s an abomination. She’s a Vampyre!” he shouted and the villagers were shouting along with him.

Overall, it was a nice birthday, though small, a few days late, and none of my friends were there. That night, as I sat on the edge of my mattress staring at the drawing of me and Grayson at the park that hung on the wall above my bed, there was a knock on my door. “Come in!” I said quietly. When the door pushed open, it was Grandma. She shuffled in, holding a large, flat box in her arms. “Hello, door,” she said in a quiet voice. I wasn’t sure why she was whispering. I knew my parents had gone to bed about an hour ago, and Gray had been in her room for the last three or four hours. Part of that time, she had been attempting to get a signal on her phone so she could talk to her friends, and p

William wants to come to his grandmother. "Gran.. Granny. I'm sorry, I don't -.." said William, who is cut off, and his steps stops when his grandmother speaks. "Don't come close! You're really, really outrageous William Andersson Kim! You want to see my corpse right now, huh?" Grandma jols with the roar of her hunting breath. She looks up at Elliona who is currently smiling a small. That fucking lick lady really wants to turn my grandson into a monster.

"The woman possessed little power, but was able to keep your Mother and you safe." I wracked my mind, lingering over each word until I finally understood. Grandma, my Dad's Mom. She had always seemed to know when something was happening, when someone was hiding something from her. Her little cottage came to mind, the old and dusty books she kept littered on shelves, and the sprawling herb garden she had outback. Grandma was a witch, a part of a breed that was thought to have died off many years ago. I wanted to be surprised, but I found this information the least surprising of the bunch.