Halloweentown Grandma Novels & Stories

The town is surrounded by woods and there are rumors that wolves reside there. Not a single person gets out of their house after nine in the evening to make sure they don’t become dinner of the wolves. None of the town residents have seen the wolves but have heard their howls. According to elders residing here for around twenty years, these wolves are feral with their blood-red eyes. The only person who has seen these wolves is Grandpa Steven. He is an eighty-year-old man living with his wife just beside Grillo’s. Their son died in an accident with his wife and unborn child. Ever since then, they shifted to this town and everyone calls him Grandpa.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

The entire Christmas Eve dinner had turned into chaos, and I figured it was time for the main event. Sure enough, with a loud thud, my 80-year-old grandma, Eleanor Hull, made her grand entrance. "This is ridiculous!" Leaning on her cane, Grandma hobbled out and began lashing out at me without asking anything. "You jinx! You troublemaker! You've turned this whole family upside down! "You will get on your knees right now! Apologize to Adam, Caleb, and Quinn, or I'll announce in the newspaper that I'm disowning you!"

"Right… Right. I get it now!" She suddenly turned and rushed into my bedroom like a madwoman, grabbing my clothes and luggage and throwing them out the door one by one. "It's all your fault! You've ruined my grandson, you cursed bitch! I knew you were up to no good! Get out! Get out of my house right now!" "Grandma!" Ryder panicked and reached out to stop her.

I thought as we came down from the car, The House looked like those haunted ones I usually see in the movies. I feared going close to the building, the place gave me a weird feeling, “Come on now, Marathi, don't just stand there.” Nana says, bringing me out of my haunted thoughts. My legs moved toward my grandma, and I walked closely behind her, wouldn't want to be left behind. You know how the last person is always the first to die in the horror movies, yea I thought about that. We arrived at the door and Grandma rang the doorbell just once, before taking a step back from the door. I simply stood behind her, observing everything that was happening.

The tight-knit community seemed delighted to have me back, their curiosity piqued by my return after all these years. It was during one such encounter that an elderly neighbor, Mrs. Thompson, approached us with a glimmer of intrigue in her eyes. She looked at my grandmother and asked in a hushed tone, "Is this your granddaughter, Ellen? The one they talk about? The one who holds the key to our town's secrets?" My grandmother's face paled for a moment, her eyes darting with caution and concern. "Hush, Mrs. Thompson," she whispered, her voice tinged with a hint of warning. "You know it's best not to speak of such matters."

the lady scolded. This would be nothing short of a madhouse if they weren’t called to order. They were rough, but they were just kids. “Do not be harsh on them, Halle,” Kai’s grandma spoke, and I turned to see her walking into the dining room, holding crystals and a basket that smelled of incense. “Sorry, madam,” Halle said, giving a curt bow and taking the items from the old woman’s hand while the kids rushed to their grandma, attacking her with hugs as she smiled at them.

Hazel’s POV I rang the doorbell of granny’s cottage in the sleepy suburban town of Tetlinville along the Chena River, almost 80 miles south of Fairbanks, Alaska. It has been my home for the last ten years yet I was apprehensive of granny Erika’s reaction to my return. After the way we had parted, I knew she wasn’t expecting me back. Or was she? Maybe she knew what was in store for me in Aromania. She knew I would get rejected for no fault of mine. Maybe that was why she objected to my plans. After all, my granny, Erika Payne, was a powerful witch in her youth.

Marco said while looking at Tanja who approved his idea. “Yeah, grandma Violet is all cupcakes and muffins, but when it comes to serious issues related to witchcraft, she seals herself up with a stern attitude as if she carries the burden of all secrets on earth and it’s very hard to loose her tied-tongue.” Their grandmother is a pure born witch, from their mother side, who lives at the edge of our territory, as she likes to keep to herself. But every time we went through the area, it was like she already knew and was expecting us with all kinds of baked goods and a smile on her face.

Given that grandma believed she was still married to Cole, it made sense she would head there. Near Forest Park, Helma's eyes caught an elderly figure at a distance. Filled with concern, she quickly stopped her car and rushed over. "Grandma!" With a gentle chuckle, Old Madam Guller responded, "Oh, Hemmy, I was coming to see you." Relief evident in her voice, Helma said, "Grandma, you can't just wander off!" Gently holding Helma's hand, Old Madam Guller handed her something cool. "Hemmy, I wanted to give this to you for a while now."