Horror Pumpkins Novels & Stories

I glanced at both of them — Kent tense and evasive, Holly hollowed out and dazed — then began explaining calmly. “Today was Halloween. The kindergarten planned a trip to the amusement park. Our class unanimously chose to visit the haunted house, and all the parents agreed beforehand. “This morning, Tommy did request leave, saying he couldn’t come. But in the afternoon, Mr. Spark brought him to the kindergarten, saying he had a date and it wasn’t convenient to bring Tommy along.” The moment I said that, Kent’s shoulders jerked and he lowered his head in panic. Beside him, Holly looked up in utter disbelief.

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

Carly said nervously. "No worries, sweetheart." Jenn patted her hand. "No one will know us here. Everyone goes to school somewhere else, remember?" They parked against the curb and watched the house in front of them. When some tiny ghosts and princesses rang the doorbell, a tall, slim guy answered. The girls looked at each other at the same time, thinking the same thing. This was it. They shrugged off their coats and got out of the car, clutching their pumpkins. The house in front of them had glowing orange lights and a smiling jack-o’-lantern on its porch.

Ironically, it sprang from the one horror game everyone else avoided. … To master my craft and do my job well as the horror game's makeup artist, I spent the week studying and trying out different ghost-ready makeup looks. When the summoning device blinked to life a week later, I grabbed my makeup case and stepped into the instance. Before me stood a row of brides. Alongside the Slit-Mouthed Woman were wraiths, ghouls, and vampires.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

I say, slowly moving towards him, he smiles lowering the gun putting it by his side. "See I knew you'd finally come to your senses, now don't worry I won't hold his over your head, I know it was these horrible people again" he smiles, as I get closer I see a man slowly walking behind Anthony, looking closer I realise it's ink! "When we get home we'll start decorating for Christmas, you'll like that won't you Ameli-" he smiles, but before he could finish his sentence he's smacked around the head with something, he immediately drops to the floor while my arm is grabbed and I'm pulled backwards.

Sebastian nodded his head and made an official announcement by going into every class. Becca, who was researching about the vampires, found the situation quite intriguing. She was sure that she saw the mark and through Google, she understood that it was the vampire mark. She believed somewhere in her heart that the vampires existed and now, she was sure of it. After hearing the announcement of the camping trip, she got excited because someone from the college was not a human, and going in a jungle for a trip was the perfect opportunity for Becca to find out the truth.

Wes said, placing his fingertip on the print, “we can do Scandinavian vampires, which is also showing again tomorrow. Or, we can do Canadian zombies. Looks like this is the only showing we can swing for zombies.” “I vote Canadian zombies. I’m curious to see if they actually eat anyone or if they are just too nice about it,” Adam offered. “Seconded,” Sidney said. “After that, we are definitely going to the one about the haunted sex toy shop,” Wes continued. Sidney opened her mouth to speak. “Silence,” Wes said, lifting his hand into the air. “We’re going. And that gets us to the late showing. We can do an homage to Giallo or a documentary on sleep paralysis. I won’t vote since I’m enforcing t

Isla’s POV 3 Days To The Town’s Halloween Party I dump the basket of pumpkins by the garage, right next to the box of red lights. My plan for the party is something fun, nothing like the scary party we were groomed to know as kids. And if it ever got scary, it’ll be the kind that’d drive my shivering mum into my dad’s arms. “Got a problem, hun?” My dad’s voice startles me. I wipe the tears that threaten to fall and fake my composure.

I hope the truck doesn't carry the money either. He arrived at the cemetery at 11.04 PM. The atmosphere at the funeral was very quiet. Of course, who wants to be in a night horror place like this. There are four trash cans within reach of the eye in this area. One is near the car, the other is in front of it. The other two were on the other side of the cemetery.