Novel & Cerita Horror Nights Characters

But, no matter how hard he convinces himself, the fear of losing his only son haunts him constantly. When the visiting hour is up, Larry came home with a bottle of cheap rum. He drunk everything even though he doesn't really know how to drink alcoholic beverages. Even when he was young, he never really learned how to be a cool kid. --------------------- "Hello, Mr. Swanson. Good evening!" One of the high school student greeted Robert when he entered the Sunnyville Milkshake shop. He was about to grab some dinner when he saw the bullies drinking milkshakes together. They are all having fun after classes, all while one of the schoolmates is in the hospital.

CAST OF CHARACTERS Jake Fowler Matt Wayne Gabriel Howard Nicole Parsons Ryan Fowler Julia Wayne Cole Robert Fowler Elizabeth Fowler Maria Howard Henry Crawford The librarian The Security guard and Apophis the demonic serpent god All characters, products and locations depicted in this literal set are fictitious, forged from the author's imagination ergo any similarity to actual persons living or dead is totally coincidental. Hi there, Did you enjoy the story? The story was actually written during the weekto 2020's Halloween, with a chapter representing each day and as you've noticed the culmination to the Oktoberfest event.

These two figures showed no fear at the sight of the hairy monster in the deep night. Again, August couldn’t warn the two soldiers that rode up to the stone circle on horses. He wanted to scream that a monster skulked amongst the stones and that the robed boy from the woods had retrieved Froiz’s cover and flung it almost playfully their way. The two soldiers halted as the helm came to rest before them. August could only watch as the creature, certainly a hellish beast belonging in a fireside tale to scare children, charged howling at the two men from August’s cavalry group. Arms out like a bird ready for flight, the massive thing went after the horses and slammed its forearms into their neck

And every night from now on, when the living go to bed, the ghosts get the best show in town. Holly Rowan Holiday, resident redhead of the afterlife, singing for Capone and the boys until the sun burns out. Some deaths aren’t endings. Some are just encore after encore after encore.

said Frank, looking at her, wondering why she had spiderwebs in her hair. “When we spoke this morning, I didn’t know I was going to be in this area tonight, but even if I knew, I wouldn’t have been able to join you guys, we’re still on the clock, we’re not done yet.” “Are you working the Halloween scene?” said Mark, amused by their appearance. “I guess you could say that. We’re on our way to a ghoul meeting at the cemetery,” said Eva.

She bandaged her arm and joined her best friend Sia and her father Henry, ready to avenge her mother and protect her family. Henry looked at his daughter, seeing the determination in her eyes. "We need reinforcements," he said. "The humans are too many and too well-armed." "I know a nearby pack," Sia said. "They owe us a favor. I’ll speak to them." Henry nodded. "Good. Selene, stay close. We can’t afford to lose anyone else." --- Sia and Henry approached the nearby pack's territory cautiously. The alpha, a massive werewolf named Marcus, greeted them with a guarded expression.

It's one eye sags lazily, its jaw and shoulder are unhinged. "You owe me five bucks." "You said dead people, not zombies." He says humorously as he leaves me momentarily to go do the spell on the girl hiding behind the broken tombstones. My eyes narrow in on the night terror that's now roaming around the crumbling tombstones looking for the girl. "Don't you look lovely tonight," I say drawing the night terror's attention. Its head snaps up displaying its rotting face. "Yikes, I take it back." "Must you always irritate them before we kill them," Ri says appearing next to me.

He did not know a single thing about what was the purpose of his existence. "Perhaps." he told her. "I don't know. What kind of creatures are you talking about?" The woman gulped. "You can see for yourself during the night. They creep on the windows and watch us sleep. We would only ignore them because our ancestors have told us so." She paused for a while and breathed. "I believe the chieftain calls them: the Night Hallows. Spirits of the dead that continued to live in the shadows of their present. There are terrifying. Some of them are docile and some of them, well, would attack the villagers, especially during the midnight."

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

When she died, something in him changed, as if the ground beneath his feet had cracked and he was trying to stand on broken earth. Not long after her funeral, the nights turned strange. Around midnight his door would fly open and Horris would burst into the yard barefoot, eyes wild, tears running down his face. His voice carried through the whole of Ashwood. “I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go!” he would scream, fighting against hands trying to hold him back. Men rushed from their homes, women peered through windows, and Kaelith and I stood shaking in our doorways as he struggled and sobbed. Every night it was the same words, the same terror in his voice.