Michael Myers Halloween Book Novels & Stories

“We don’t have time to—” There was a soft Click. We froze. The sound was unmistakable. The doorknob. It turned. Once. Twice. We turned toward it in unison, the silence between us louder than any scream. Michael’s whisper came out hollow. “Who is that?.” The knob jiggled again. Harder this time. I backed away, the book clutched to my chest like a shield. “Michael—” “I know,” he said, rising slowly, dagger drawn, his face pale with terror. “We need to find another way out. Now.”

None of the five Holiday offspring had believed their father when he'd told them that their family was descended from the ancient Celtic spirits of the seasons. It was a coincidence, they'd all figured, that each of them had been born on a holiday - whether a modern one, like Valentine, the middle brother, or an ancient one, like Summer, the older of the two girls who was born on midsummer's day. Sam had gotten both - Halloween, the modern holiday, and Samhain, the ancient festival. He still blessed his parents for calling him just Sam, even though they'd meant to name him Samhain.

I’m not going to see anything sitting, so I get up. “Hello,” I say again, because it’s obvious someone’s in here, but why the hell are they not answering? “Is anyone here?” I move forward, but slowly. I still hear the pages moving. Then I remember that vampires are extremely fast. Someone is in here. I stop when I see a large book on the floor; the pages are moving, but no one’s moving the pages. It’s almost like someone invisible has control of the book on the ground. But who? What the hell is happening here?

At my apartment, N*****x and a bottle of wine to drown another useless Halloween evening, About Anna, I told her to enjoy the evening with her new hunt without me. Exhausted, I came to my apartment, but something was not right. Lobby lights were off, and not to mention it was dark enough for me to switch on the torchlight of my phone. Holding all the stuff, I walked in the dark. Great, where the heck did everyone go? Obviously, celebrating Halloween, While I tried to open the doorknob, something touched my shoulder. When I turned, it was a horrible face trying to kill me. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"

His gaze, brimming with desire, slowly moved from her face to her neck. The water had washed away the veil of concealer she had so meticulously applied, revealing the bold evidence of his ardent desire etched upon her skin—exquisite poetry of countless hickies and bites adorning her neck and collarbones. "Put your arms down," Kevin demanded in a chillingly deep voice, his tone somewhat desperate and tinged with sheer need. Panic surged within her however she stood still, her arms failing miserably at hiding her bare body from his penetrating gaze.

It felt…off, slightly. I scanned the people around me, my green eyes shaded by dark lashes. I searched the crowds -they strolled along, they shopped, they laughed and talked - as I tried to find the source of my discomfort. But I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and no one seemed to be paying any particular mind to me. “Hey” Michael’s voice startled me, as he stepped up beside me. “What’s up? You look a little spooked.”

the stranger confirmed before disappearing into the night, taking with them the briefcase and its secrets. Michael stood alone for a moment, his posture relaxed yet somehow triumphant. I studied him from my cover, the man I thought I knew obscured by growing shadows of doubt. With every shallow breath, I felt the note's edge dig into my skin—a sharp reminder that beneath the façade of this birthday celebration, lurked a truth far more sinister than I could have imagined.

“How can you not be blamed? This accident with Tommy is entirely your responsibility as his teacher, and your kindergarten isn’t innocent either! “Who allowed you to take little children into a haunted house? And knowing Tommy has claustrophobia, you still brought him in?” Anger flared through me, and I no longer restrained myself. With one swift motion, I slapped Holly, who was still struggling under my hold. She froze, eyes wide in shock and outrage. “You dare hit me?” Kent stepped forward, placing himself between us. I shook my stinging hand, a sense of reckless defiance taking over. “Yes, I dare!” I snapped. “That haunted house was just a Halloween-themed attraction. It clearly stated at

She dropped her phone in the basket and her ticket in the black bowl. She tried looking from the mask that they were wearing to see their eyes, she caught a little glimpse of it and saw that their eyeballs were green. She glanced at the big book positioned before her. She studied the names and the date, it carried today's date and year. An idea struck her mind immediately. (If I can flip back to three years ago Halloween, I might see my sister's name) She thought and looked back at the Attendant who was watching her with keen interest now.

“But I’m also helpful. What’s your history paper about?” Joe hesitated for a moment before answering. “The role of werewolf packs in ancient alliances. Why? You gonna write it for me?” “Tempting,” Michael said. “But nah. I’ll just point you in the right direction.” Before Joe could respond, Michael reached into his backpack and pulled out a thick book. He slid it across the table toward her. “Page 120,” he said with a grin. Joe stared at the book, then at him. “You just carry this around?”