Novel & Cerita Short Halloween Stories

Shelia had to hand it to those old-timer nurses; they’d seen and done everything, and almost nothing fazed them. “Our resident Rip Van Winkle,” Belinda said as she went around to the other side of the bed. Shelia frowned. “Who? Is that the guy in that Halloween story about the horseman with a jack-o’lantern head?” “Never mind,” Belinda said as she shut off the feeding pump, lowered the head of the bed then raised the mattress up so they wouldn’t have to crouch down to change him.

His tales were collected from various sources and compiled alongside some fictional stories made up by Nathan. Two months later, a copy of the book made way into Hana's school. The owner who got scolded by the teacher for reading stuff unrelated to her subject felt embarrassed as all eyes settled on him. Yet not long after, Hana, aka Alice Hevel, approached him to ask about the compilation of short stories, confirming that it was the one about Ley, the helpful spirit of the road. That sparked a lot of interest afterward. It turned out that many schoolmates of Hana also heard about the newest urban legend. As her classmates discussed about the rumors and stories in the internet, debates and c

my voice came out as a roar, enough to slice through the curling pheromone and send jolts of shock through the soldiers’ body. They jerked, slowly catching on to what they were doing. They simultaneously turned and saw me, before they sprung to their feet, fear registering on their faces. “Who gave you the permission to touch her?” I asked, and took a step forward. They all bowed their heads, shaking violently. The scent hit me again, stronger this time, as if targeting me alone. If this continued, I didn't know how long till I succumbed. I needed to get her to the witch doctor.

The young woman nodded gratefully, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and apprehension. She led us through the winding streets of Sleepy Hollow, her steps quick and urgent as she recounted the town's dark history and the origins of the Headless Horseman's curse. Long ago, a powerful warlock had been betrayed by the townspeople and condemned to a gruesome death, his head severed from his body in a cruel act of vengeance. In his dying breath, the warlock had cursed Sleepy Hollow, vowing to return from the grave and exact his revenge on all who dwelled within its borders.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

And every once in a while, I see the most stunning shades of purple peeking out too. The neighborhoods are decked out in their spookiest and most pumpkiny décor; they’ve prepared for the hordes of small children dressed as various witches, ghosts and ghouls, princesses and celebrities, animals and make-believe creatures, when they visit on Halloween, which is just a few days away. I have always loved how the humans celebrate this oddest of holidays; it’s secretly my favorite. Rocco, my driver for today and also one of the warriors here to act as extra security, pulls up to the circle drive in front of the council’s headquarters. Maddox and I each step out of our respective vehicles, as do th

When I stopped, I was breathless. "I think I'm broken," I whispered. "No," he finally said. "You're not broken. You're human. But you are... dangerous." "Dangerous?" "To him. To anyone lucky enough to haunt your dreams." The booth felt too small. Too warm. My fingers curled around the edge of the seat. He leaned closer. Shadows moved behind the screen. "Would you come back next week?" "Why?" "Because I want to hear more. I want to know what happens next."

Halloween always brought out the weirdos, but I didn’t expect to be one of them, out here alone in the middle of nowhere, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. My boots crunched on the gravel path, the barn looming ahead, its weathered wood silhouetted against the crimson sky. The rumors called it haunted, a place where people vanished on Halloween night, but I figured it was just small-town nonsense. Still, my heart pounded, a mix of adrenaline and unease. The wind rustled the corn, whispering like it was alive, and I swore I heard something—a low growl, deep and primal, cutting through the night. I froze, camera dangling, my breath visible in the chilly air. The growl came

These stories involve events that happened around Halloween within The Pines University grounds - or to students who may be from there or not. It also talks about certain entities who seem to be very much invisible to normal people. And in this case, what you don't see will most likely kill you... Of fright! +++++++++++ LAGOON LOVERS

Nakaramdam siya ng uhaw kaya nagdesisyon siyang bumaba. Nang nasa hagdan na siya ay nakaramdam siya na may dumaan sa ibaba. Tiningnan niya ito pero biglang nawala. Nang papasok na siya sa kusina ay naramdaman niyang may dumaan ulit sa likod niya. Paglingon niya ay wala na naman. Kailan pa naging haunted ang bahay ko eh kakagawa lang nito?