Pumpkin Head Horror Novels & Stories

And Callum could feel it in his mate's bond. He was tired. He wanted to rest. So their friends left early after discussing a few matters. Stephen settled with him on the bed. Making him comfortably lean on him. They were watching TV when Callum held his head. "What happened, Callum ? You okay"? Stephen looked at him with concern but Callum shook his head. "Something is weird". He said. "Weird?” Stephen asked.. "I feel thousands of bees buzzing inside my head. Aaaaaahhhhhh". He was holding his head in both hands.

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even have been real. Still, it was funny, how the thin giant’s head didn’t seem nearly as large and monstrous tonight as it had when they were younger. There were other Halloween decorations on display along Brazier Drive, amid these sleeping Houses of the Holy. Richard noticed some window-cling mummies, and a bedsheet ghost in the trees. An autumn-harvest scarecrow with a pair of dullish orange pumpkins (whose fleshy insides must be turning to stringy, seeded mush with the warm September days) sat on the porch stoop next door.

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

Harvey was viciously dragged, to the place in the Kingdom where the 'beheader' does his work. The guards handed him over to the beheader, the beheader evilly smiled, he hadn't behead anyone in years. He placed Harvey's neck on a flat surface and used a metal to clamp his neck on it so he won't be able to move his head. People gathered there including Wallace, Clyde and Blythe, the horror show is about to start. The 'beheader' as he is called continuously lick his axe as she sharpened it. He circled round Harvey five times and finally raised the axe up to bring it down for Harvey's head.

But, when she suddenly dropped the vamp that she lifted on top of him, he screamed! He didn't see that coming that he fell on the ground while the vamp that was lifted on the air was lying on top of him beheaded. Even his subjects were terrified. They're were looking around for the head of the vamp. "Looking for something? Rubio asked while mocking. When they turned around, they saw the head with open eyes and open mouth just in front of them. "Huh!" the vamp who was exactly in front of the hanging head on the air screamed his heart out as he pressed his chest.

The omegas had quietly delivered large bowls of buttery popcorn, an assortment of fizzy drinks, chocolate, and even some gummy worms—because, as Phoenix insisted, “It’s not a horror movie without gummy worms.” Gabby sat squished between Seris and Rory, clutching a soft blanket like a shield. Cato was behind them with Alex and Tyler, while Phoenix and Lucian lounged side by side in front, feet kicked up, already tossing popcorn into each other’s mouths. “I still don’t understand why we’re doing horror,” Gabby muttered, already suspicious of the creepy violin in the film’s score. “Because it’s tradition,” Phoenix said with a mouthful of popcorn. “Besides, the first jump scare always tells you

As if his mind wasn’t muddled enough after such a head bashing, trying to make sense out of what just occurred confused it even more. With all the strength that he could muster, he lifted his head and looked around. The dim lighting from the sparsely placed fixtures on the back of a few buildings mingled with the moonlight. It illuminated the narrow, cluttered alley just enough for him to make out his surroundings. Vomit surged up his throat and out of his mouth and nose when his eyes settled on the severed head of the zombie costumed man. With his breathing temporarily impaired, he feared that the vomit would do what the beating hadn’t succeeded in accomplishing.

It was a scene of utter bedlam, a moment of pure and unadulterated terror that would haunt those who witnessed it for years to come. Darren held me in his arms, trying to pull me out of the bar. But it seemed that the zombie-like headless corpse noticed it was me who threw things at me, so he paused a bit before he decided to charge in our direction at full speed. Getting attacked by a headless zombie? I thought to myself. Great. Now I can cross that one off my bucket list.

THE FEAR MERCHANT The Jack-o’-lantern on Roy Wallace’s porch was in desperate need of a Botox treatment. A mere week after Halloween, rot was already hard at work on the toothy grin. The corners of its mouth had drooped into a grimace, and the gourd reeked of sweet decay and old smoke. His face twisting into the same mask of displeasure, Roy didn’t know what to blame: the odor or the house across the street.