Jokes For Halloween Novels & Stories

Nikki began, we were crossing the hallway and we are just on our way to the soccer field. “I think I’m just going to be a regular gay guy.” I replied having no sense of creativeness for the upcoming holiday. The gays must hate me right now because Halloween’s like Christmas for them. It’s a little different for me, I guess. I’m not into horror stuff “Psh. What in the actual fuck, Jordi? That’s lame, Jordi, L-A-M-E.” Nikki slurred begrudgingly. “What about you Jane? Are you going to be hello kitty again just like you did last year and the year before that?”

"Oh, I think the spirits might enjoy some good humour for once." Rhea stood there waiting for me but took a step back when she saw Xavier and me. I was too engrossed with Xavier's humour to notice Rhea's reaction, but she followed quietly behind us. As we walked, Xavier leaned closer to my ear, lowering his voice. "Speaking of humour, I learned a new joke in the Northern realms. Want to hear it?" I nodded, the corners of my mouth twitching upwards in anticipation. "Go on then." Xavier's eyes gleamed with the thrill of the punchline he was about to deliver. "What do you call a werewolf with a fancy scarf?" he asked.

" I order, pointing over at the scary looking empty pumpkin at the top of my water dispenser. Mateó looks unsure of himself like he misheard me, and stutters. "B-but today's Halloween." "Don't ever debate with me again, because I wouldn't mind that you resumed as an employee today, you'd hand in your resignation letter." I insist, objecting to listen to him. "And Halloween should go fuck itself." "Y-y-yes Miss Jones." A tiny bit of amusement jolts on my insides at this. But I still keep a straight daring face on.

Meredith sighed and followed them reluctantly. Halloween celebrations were in full bloom in Connecticut. Houses were decorated with assortment of decorations. Children in colourful costumes, supervised by adults had started coming out of the houses. The three girls watched as a group of teenagers, all of them clad in Halloween costumes emerged from a link-road. They were laughing and chatting about going to a party. One of the girls who was in a witch costume smiled at the three of them. “Nice mask,” she said to Jill. “It looks like a second skin.”

Meredith sighed and followed them reluctantly. Halloween celebrations were in full bloom in Connecticut. Houses were decorated with assortment of decorations. Children in colourful costumes, supervised by adults had started coming out of the houses. The three girls watched as a group of teenagers, all of them clad in Halloween costumes emerged from a link-road. They were laughing and chatting about going to a party. One of the girls who was in a witch costume smiled at the three of them. “Nice mask,” she said to Jill. “It looks like a second skin.”

"Just answer the damn question, grouch." "Grouch…really?" His laugh was deep and carefree, making him appear younger than his almost forty years. "You're too cute for words, babe. And to answer your question: Halloween. Hands down, it had the freakiest killer in my opinion." "No way!" I gasped, pushing him away from me with that weak answer. "Jason. All. The. Way." "Take that back." Rolling off, he stood on his knees a few inches from me and looked poised to attack. "In this house, we are a Halloween family. Live it. Love it. Deal with it."

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

I cross my finger behind my back. It's been quiet and odyssey to get Justin's group to attend the fair. Tonight was finally the Halloween celebration and there was a special event there. The place would be all dressed up, and there would be modified attractions like a Haunted House and starting at ten pm they would put a the Elm Street saga on the outdoor theater. After all the preparation and how a lot of seniors had participated, practically everyone was going, but Justin's group almost decided to stay home and have a marathon on their own.

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

the section keeper said equating both our prices as one with an adding machine. Gar paid for both of the ‘stumes and after wandering around the supermarket for any other deal for the holiday, for a while, we both left with bright faces. “Witch costume, check!” I said proudly erasing the amazing witch costume off my day’s to do list. “This is going to be one thrilling Halloween.” Gar said before stuffing a Popsicle inside his mouth as he glared at the sides of the street from the corner bench where we both sat. “Everyone seems really into it this year.” he added.