Movies Like Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

I raised my hands in mock surrender. You’re taking too long,” Arnold chimed in, and before either of them could argue, he walked over, plucked both DVDs from their hands, and held them up like a judge holding evidence. They immediately stood too, eyeing him like he’d committed a crime. “We’ll just watch both,” he said, as if explaining basic math to toddlers. “Start with horror, end with romance. We have all night.” “I don’t know how you didn’t think of that,” he added as he slid the horror movie into the player. “Now sit down before I revoke your movie privileges.”

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

Then, one tear after another began to roll down her cheeks, each one carefully timed for maximum effect. "Lizzie, have you lost your mind?" Johnny snapped, leaping to her defense. "What is wrong with you? We were bored waiting for you, so we decided to watch a movie. How was I supposed to know it was a horror film? You barged in, scared her, and this is how you react?"

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

Alyssa said as she gently squeezed my hand. "Remember, Dannie, the nightmares will fade with time. You're strong." said Janelle. Sofia's voice was soothing as she spoke. "We're all here to support you, Dannie, and we'll do whatever it takes to help you heal." "And if you ever need a good distraction, I've got a list of hilarious movies we can watch." Layla said. I managed a weak smile, tears welling in my eyes as I looked at all of them. I was grateful for their unwavering support but I could not shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me.

“So, the single mom woke up the next day to a delivery van full of gifts and a big Christmas tree! Upon asking the men who brought the gifts over, she found out that everything came from her new boss, the same man who brought her and her children to an amusement park the night before. But at the back of her mind, she started to worry again that these presents may have some strings attached…” “The story sounds so familiar,” Siel told her mate with a smile as she watched her children enjoying another storytelling session with Myron and Raquel. “Also, how many bonfires does your pack get to celebrate in a year, anyway?”

There was something about that lake—something only those who knew the supernatural world could understand. ​Intrigued, Leslie asked Scarlett what time she planned to head out. With a knowing smile, Scarlett replied that she intended to do it at night, when everyone else was distracted. ​With their plans set and expectations high, they all boarded the bus. Alex knew he would have to follow her—not just out of curiosity, but to protect her from whatever the forest and that lake might be hiding. ​While the bus moved along the road toward the camp, filled with laughter and excited chatter, the atmosphere in Alex’s seat was much more tense.

To the outside world, he was every inch the mafia Don people whispered about. Mr. Holt gave Samantha a hard nudge on the shoulder. “Say yes, you idiot.” “Yes, Miss Knox,” Samatha said quickly. Her voice trembled. And in her eyes, there was only one thing left—fear. “Good,” I said, then gave a small nod to the maid. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to rest now.”

Mia laughed until her sides ached, the eggnog warming her from the inside out as she collapsed onto the worn leather couch in Liam's apartment. The holiday lights strung haphazardly across the living room twinkled, casting a soft glow over the scattered ornaments and half-empty glasses. It was their annual tradition, best friends since college, turning Christmas Eve into a private party after everyone else had gone home. But tonight, the spiked drink had loosened tongues more than usual, secrets spilling like the foam from the bottle they'd upended earlier.

Renee got out of the car and unlocked the door for Jesse. Jesse took Christian into his room and laid him in his bed. He tucked him in and went to find Renee. She hadn’t stopped teasing him after dinner. He’d meant what he said at the dinner table. He loosened his tie as he started walking into the living room. He was going to cut the lights off to the Christmas tree until he saw Renee sitting on the couch with her dress off. “Looks like Santa came early,” Jesse said as he walked up to her.