Movies Like Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

“Daddy will chase the monster away.” The basement stairs creaked under my weight. The air grew damp and cold, carrying the familiar smell of concrete and forgotten Christmas decorations. I swept the beam across dusty shelves, old furniture covered in sheets, and stacks of boxes labeled “C9” in black marker—my wife’s obsessive filing system for holiday stuff. Nothing. No glowing eyes, no claws, no growling shadows. Just silence and cobwebs. “Nothing here, Lily!” I called up the stairs, my voice echoing slightly. “Just junk. Come down tomorrow and I’ll show you.”

Isabel avoided the rum pound cake and brandied fruit cake, they were pretty strong by themselves. There were no cosmos, but they did have a cranberry and orange flourless cake that was remarkable. Nancy had three servings, she said it was not the same as the Mink's drinks, but it was good. One of the topics that came up in conversation was favorite Christmas movies. We talked about how "the big holiday movie" used to be a Christmas tradition in some households, but with smart TVs and every movie available on demand for streaming, the charm of that family tradition was greatly diminished. That led to a discussion of the various "Christmas Carol" movies. The consensus choice was the 1984 versi

Spying Bram Stoker's Dracula on the table, which had been one of Jack's favorite movies, Cadence insisted, "No horror, please. The last thing I want to do is watch a bloody movie this close to Christmas." "Christmas Vacation!" Sydney insisted, raising her hands in the air. "Does that work for everyone?" Taylor asked. There were no objections, so she went to put the movie into the DVD player and flipped off the lights. "It's not a true story," Aaron said through the IAC to Cadence, who had turned hers back on in the car on the way over. "You've apparently never seen my dad hang Christmas lights," she replied sarcastically. Despite the poorly lit room, she could see he was doing his best to ho

"I left you for two and a half minutes and you've already become a Barbie for Alice to dress." "I'm made of plastic. It's fantastic!" I shot back, earning another chuckle as he grabbed the remote to press play on "It's A Wonderful Life." Christmas was only a few days away after all, and I had been forcing Edward to watch all my favorite Christmas movies. We had already seen all the Tim Allen Santa Clause movies, as well as National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, and Christmas with the Kranks. Now we were getting deeper into some of the classics. Alice and Edward stiffened at the same time, and as the mood shifted with a sudden urgency, Jasper too stiffened. "What?" I found my voice and laid m

" hmmm I suppose you are right. After all, it isn't due till next year" With that Ramon quicken his passe and within an hour we got back to my place. *** "C'mon uwana you promised. Soo is it Goosebumps 1&2 or A trip to hell" "No, I didn't promise, and please those movies are just way too creepy " "Um sorry to bust your bubble's missy but it's Halloweens eves, what better way to get your scare on than to watch a scary movie" "Fine if we must watch a movie that'll freak the hell outta me and give me nightmares then it should be Goosebumps 1&2"

It was almost midnight now, the Christmas tree lights twinkling cheerfully in the corner of the living room, casting colorful glows of red, green, and gold across the walls and ceiling, making the ornaments sparkle like distant stars in a private sky. Coco was curled up at Grandma’s feet, breathing deep and content, occasionally twitching in some happy dog dream, tail thumping once against the cushion. I sat on the other end of the couch, legs tucked under me, a thick cozy blanket over my lap, staring at the screen without really watching anything at all. The movie was one of my all-time favorites, full of silly misunderstandings, snowy scenes in pretty towns, and a perfect happy ending with

I ask her. “Well, Halloween.” “I love Halloween. I like to dress up as a werewolf,” I say, making her laugh. “That’s also when all the scary movies are on TV.” “I’m not a big fan of the scary movies,” she says. “That’s okay, this time of year, some networks start showing the Christmas movies. Oh and you know what? I just remembered, there’s a HUGE Christmas display in the city. They have music, hot chocolate, lights, all of it. I’d love to take you there. We could make it a date night,” I say, watching her reaction.

“We’ll start with Mean Girls, it's very classic. Then a rom-com—maybe The Proposal. After that we'll watch one horror. The Conjuring. We can scream together.” I raised a brow. “You’re going to regret that when you can’t sleep later.” “That’s why we’ll finish with a Disney movie,” Judi replied smugly. “Tangled or Frozen. There'll be no nightmares.” By the time the maids came back, the room was already transforming. We dragged pillows and blankets onto the floor, set a few candles by the window, and dimmed the lights. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it felt cozy. I was beginning to see light in Judi's idea, it would definitely have been just watching movies without the decorations.

Luckily she won't be bored tonight. Sleep won't come to her easily but when it did she would've nightmares of her father beating her to the brink of death, they were terrifying. A constant reminder of her past, oftentimes she would wake up panting but she was coping with it. Riley searched through the movies when one particular one got her attention. She didn't bother to watch its trailer or read its genre; she just pressed the play button and settled back as the movie played, which was 'Fifty Shades of Grey.'

The selection at the local theater consisted of a spy thriller, a horror movie, and a children’s animation. Since we’d had enough thrills and horror to last us a very, very long time, and neither of us were into animation, we headed to the nearest new age store for the supplies necessary to sage and clear the house of spirits.