Horror Pumpkins Novels & Stories

So he’d told her it was just the gloomy weather and left it at that, although his daughter was way too perceptive to take him at his word. The weekend before Halloween consisted of getting River’s Bend ready for its Halloween festivities. The vineyard hadn’t done much in the way of celebrating in the last few years, but with the good harvest this year, Adam had decided they should celebrate as much as possible. When Gavin entered the vineyard’s main building, the entire front room was decorated with pumpkins and gourds, bats and skeletons, and he had to wave away fake cobwebs to get to Adam’s office in the back.

For her courage, she was rewarded with a violent death for breaking our laws. Two days later, a bitter winter began on Halloween with the wind bellowing like a bull, and there was no celebration of the harvest. The clan hurried to gather as much of the late grains and grasses before they were covered with snow as they could, leaving the carved pumpkins and tied stalks to be buried by winter’s wrath. The Keepers led us young ones to the sheltered places out of the blowing snow while the adults worked in the open.

"When Halloween falls during the week I buy the stuff early and do them at night. But since this year it's on Saturday I decided to do it all in one day." "Then you're lucky you're with the best pumpkin spotter in the world." "Is that a fact?" She laughed. "We'll see." In the end, though, she had to admit he had a great eye. The pumpkins they loaded into his car were the perfect size, round and fat and with almost no blemishes or misshapen in any way. "So?" he asked as they headed back to her house. "Do I get the medal or not?"

I nodded, trying to steady my voice. “Last night was Halloween. Our boss, William Zoo, booked out a rural horror-themed escape room. He said anyone who made it through without screaming would get ten thousand. “There were nine of us. After we went in…” I went through everything—the layout, mechanisms, and performance of the scarecrow character with the oversized pumpkin head. He didn’t move, just listened in silence. “You said the pumpkin-headed character chased you with a chainsaw?” “Yes. It was incredibly loud, just this constant buzzing.”

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

She winked and started riding ahead of them. "Come on, let us go. Bitch is crazy!" Piper sat properly in the car as Billy ignited the engine. When they got to the mall, they saw Willow's bicycle parked right outside. Then they alighted from the car and started walking toward the mall. At the outside of the mall was a huge scarecrow that had the head of a pumpkin. Billy hit the head of the pumpkin and it made Piper and Hazel laugh. "Come on, let us get the damn costume!" They entered the mall.

Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even have been real. Still, it was funny, how the thin giant’s head didn’t seem nearly as large and monstrous tonight as it had when they were younger. There were other Halloween decorations on display along Brazier Drive, amid these sleeping Houses of the Holy. Richard noticed some window-cling mummies, and a bedsheet ghost in the trees. An autumn-harvest scarecrow with a pair of dullish orange pumpkins (whose fleshy insides must be turning to stringy, seeded mush with the warm September days) sat on the porch stoop next door.

“Get off… Let me go…,” Cassy lashed, agitated, and shook her hand. The more she moved; the more spiders crept on her skin while she could see the pumpkin girl’s skin. An arm covered with poisonous spiders; other burned with the sapphire. They seared at her flesh with their fangs. Her head spun in circles, and she kneeled on the floor. With a crack, the infected arm came out of the shoulder, the pumpkins foray at it robbing every inch of existing muscles and bones. Her chest spasmed and she pleaded death. They snickered.

Eli said as he pointed to the three pumpkins that sat on the counter. Arden laughed as he nodded his head." You right. What faces do you think are scary?" Arden asked Eli. Eli thought for a moment and tapped his chin. "Well clowns are scary, but I don’t know how to carve a clown. We will have to do a scary face with scary teeth." Eli held his hands up and imitated a scary looking pumpkin the best that he could. "Man, you are right. That sure is scary." Arden looked at Aurora who had a smile on her face as she watched the two interact.