Novelas y relatos de Halloweentown Iii

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.

His fangs restored as he picked an unconscious Callum in his arms. "And what will you explain to your human? Who you are"? Zol smirked. "I will tell him everything. Including the fact that I am Hybrid". He replied calmly before leaving the hall with his friends as Zol put his spell off them. *********** Tabby

The moral lesson was not for it. I looked out the window. Outside, the sun was setting over the isolated street. Somewhere in the city of Newburyport, three people were preparing for Halloween. A little girl dressed as a witch, a father dressed as a vampire, a mother dressed as a voodoo doll — an irony that made me smile. “Well…” I sat in my armchair, pulling the cat onto my lap. It purred, nestling against my legs. “Do you think they will come visit us one day? Lara and Dorian? Maybe they’ll bring the girl?”

For this town is special, and its citizens terrifying. Mrs. Hagatha Belfry stepped out of her front door and onto the porch with a cup of tea in hand. Throughout the town, even though it was winter and snowy in the surrounding wood, autumn leaves sprouted from every limb of every branch of every tree, and the fallen leaves were replaced by new leaves overnight. Lilith’s Hollow is graced by the autumn season all year round, thanks to a witch’s spell from one who lived in town long before Mrs. Belfry’s centuries of residency there. After all, this was the town that Halloween built. Mrs. Belfry, along with all of the werewolves, zombies, mad doctors, monsters, ogres, and more mythical creatures

STREET 666, House of Lamentation. Wow. Dude, this screams demon on so many levels. Matilda tapped the mailbox, her jaws cackling as her dangling eyes swayed merrily. “Welcome to your dorm house, girlie.” The clapping of the thunder around the gloomy castle gave-off a Halloween vibes. Cent realized that the hill where the castle was located was the only place on the island constantly shrouded with dark clouds and zaps of lightning. No amount of sunlight was able to penetrate the hill where the Halflings resided.

The Town Hall was open for a gloomy party, no music, no lights, just scary illustration sounds, black lights, candles, Halloween food, and beverages from everyone who donated to the party. They played horror movies all night at the movie tent, other tents were built to be used for a haunted house maze. Psychic readings, spirit summoning, tarot card readings, all sorts of Halloween activities were held at the town hall compound. Charlene dressed as Wednesday Addams. Even with white powder on her face and expressionless face, she still looked beautiful. She used a braided black wig and a black dress, exactly like Wednesday, and said, "I'm dressed as myself ... a psychopath," and laughed.

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

She said as Ichabod drove to their side. Tracy looked really sad but still looked up at her father. “Dad, are you going to come to my Halloween party?” “Sure baby. I will be there. Just tell your mother to send me all the details and...” “Come baby, let’s go.” Harmony ordered, lifting Tracy up into her arms as Ichabod stepped out to open the car door for them. He waited as the door closed behind them and was about going round to get into the driver’s seat when one of the goons that had followed Michael stopped him.