Short Halloween Stories Novels & Stories

Nathan’s response was to kiss her back and carry her into the packhouse as everyone else whistled and made smoochy noises at them. About a week later, the two pack lands were unrecognizable. The two packs had gone all out for Halloween. The forest the two packs shared was now a haunted forest with skeletons, ghosts, trolls, witches, vampires, and whatever else you could think of hanging and hiding everywhere. The neighborhoods were now called The Haunted Territory and every single house was decorated with spooky decorations. There were so many different decorations of all kinds everywhere you looked. Even the packhouses were decked out for Halloween. The old abandoned packhouse in the middle

It was seven in the evening when everyone arrived and the table was busy. After we all are, the ladies went in to do the dishes while we made the bonfire placing camp chairs around it. Also a large bag of marshmallow along with sticks and a cooler of drinks. The ladies came out and we all sat enjoying the heat and cold on our skin sharing stories and that was when my mum decided to share embarrassing stories about my brother and I. "Mum, that is enough." I groaned in mortification as mum was telling a story about how we got scared during one Halloween night of our childhood.

Uea knew he had no chance. The vampire appeared before him the next moment and grabbed his neck. The claws dug into Uea's neck, making him whimper from the pain and fear. He struggled against the hand on his neck, pushing and scratching, but the vampire seemed to feel no pain. Uea's lips parted. "You... You will regret this. If you kill me, you will regret it." 'Even if I'm left with the tiniest consciousness, I still won't forget to tell the kindred spirit to turn you into an ant so I can step on you in my next life!'

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

J The miniature ghost stood defiant, hands on hips, with a fire in the deep brown eyes peering through the sheet holes that would have given most larger beings pause. But where the frayed sheet ended, a pair of long, gangly legs wearing pink “Hello Kitty” socks and blue thrift-shop sneakers comically softened the spirit’s fierce glare. “I wore this at Halloween when I was, like, ten,” sulked the irate specter. An elderly black woman with close-cropped curly white hair sighed in response as she looked down at her adopted granddaughter. “Jeannine LaRue, you’re the one who begged me to have a costume party for your birthday in the middle of summer, Lord have mercy.”

I switch off the lights for extra measure. “So this happened when my mom was 17 years old. One day, she and four of her friends were having a sleepover when they decided to tell ghost stories. So, my mom was narrating a story about a doll that is a medium for dead spirits. People would often call their dead relatives and talk to them. And if you want to call the doll, you have to hold hands and chant, ‘Suzie, please come,’ three times. People named the doll Suzie,” I speed dial, Reed.

CHAPTER 6 Blessed are the Bold “The name means Hill of the Ghouls. Isn’t that messed up?” The black van clunked on through the fading light of day. It was All Hallow’s Eve and rather than get drunk and steal candy from children like their peers, Jon and friends were bundled away in warm winter gear and passing around a bottle of scotch Kathy had stolen from her parents’ liquor stock. “How much longer, you reckon?” Louis asked. “Soon. Maybe twenty more minutes,” Michael answered from the driver’s seat.

While his wife looked at the wall clock. "Because..." her voice was scared when someone knocked. "Honey.. I'll open it so that maybe our neighbor just needs something! " It says. "Let that go first because I heard a story earlier that every midnight there is a knock on the door when you open it you will die.." she said frightened. "Hahahaha!! Honey, that's just a story, maybe you were just scared later.. I'll just peek after we go to sleep!" He said, let's go together and head for the door.

Cheryl nodded. "The witch is very far away. In the past, there was a beautiful princess from the kingdom of Onion who wanted to wash gold in the river. The Princess met a pumpkin, in the shape of gold too, the Princess took the pumpkin to eat, mistaking it for Halloween." "Then continue." Faaza urged. Meanwhile, Cheryl had to rack her brain again because of her original composition. "Do you know Halloween? Uh, it's scary. They like to bite small children, but their teeth are toothless hihi."