Short Halloween Stories Novels & Stories

I felt said brother stirring beside me and went back to reading the note before he snatched it from me. Dear Twins, If you haven’t figured it out, this book is a fairytale rewrite of Robin Hood and a mature reverse harem book. Reverse harem means one female and multiple males, and in the end, the female gets all of them instead of having to choose. Don’t come looking for me, or you will just ruin the story. Though you have to at least try a bit because it’s expected. I’ll be at the castle trying to steal the treasure while you take on the train. What is going to happen at the castle? Well, you’ll find out soon enough. If I just tell you the story, it will ruin all the surprises. I will tell

Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.” So I would be all alone in the house all night with… Nick? Oh my fucking goodness. I would actually be home alone with my dream man? Gulping at the thought that came into my head, I made my way to their bedroom and put on one of my mom's lingerie sets, surprised at how it actually fit perfectly. Just then, a car stopped outside the house and I glanced out the window to see Nick step out of the car, stumbling a bit. He was drunk.

I'd taken countless forms of transport and walked miles, suppressing my fear while passing through a forest to get to him. However, all I'd gotten in return was a local telling me there wasn't any ancient tomb in the vicinity. All there was was a professor by the surname of Gray preparing for a traditional wedding at the old settlement with his lover. The preparations had started half a year ago.

Suzan’s POV "After an exciting night of trick-or-treating with my brother's best friends—Jack, Beth, and Simon—I was ready to head home. As I rummaged through my bag for a piece of candy, hoping to savor the last moments of the night, Simon’s voice cut through the cool air like a blade, sending a chill down my spine." “Hey, what do you say we visit the witch’s cabin?” he asked, flashing that mischievous grin I hated. “I heard she’s more active on Halloween. If you knock three times on her front door and one of her windows shatters, that means she’s home. Wouldn’t that make tonight way more interesting?” My blood ran cold at the mention of the cabin. I was only eleven, and the rumors about th

Today was October 31st in the human world, Halloween night. That evening, kids and young people in town wore all kinds of strange costumes and paraded through the streets. They lit candles and made wishes. The whole street was packed shoulder to shoulder, loud and lively. It was Seraphina's first time in the human world since losing her memory, and everything felt new to her. But when she remembered she had a mission, she forced herself to rein in her curiosity, even though her eyes kept drifting toward the festivities.

This little performance should help remind her exactly what a spectacular deal she’ll be getting down the road, after she’s completely done with little Julian and riding off into the sunset with me. She’s nice and loose afterward, wearing nothing but one of my unbuttoned button-down shirts while sitting comfortably on the leather couch with a cold bottle of water. “Halloween? That’s... that’s actually brilliant, Christian,” she says, nodding slowly after I lay out the calendar logic for her. “Oh, and Grace Village—you probably don't know that town goes completely dark at seven o’clock.” I didn’t. But now I do, watching her eyes light up as she explains the regional ritual.

When Emmet had given Halloween as his favourite holiday, explaining to Jasper that it was when people placed decorations of pumpkins and bats outside their homes and give costumed children sweets when they approach and that it was a celebration of death and all the spooky things in the shadows, the spirits of people long dead finally returning to their families, and the oncoming harshness of winter. Jasper had told Emmet then of the similar enough similar holiday that had existed where he had lived. It was a Halloween without the bats and pumpkins, with turnips used for carving scary faces where houses would be made up to look as intimidating, decrepit and abandoned as possible as everyone d

[Belladonna's Point of View] People say that November is when spirits come back to the world to meet their loved ones. I don't believe in ghosts. If there were any, I guess mom and aunt Melinda would haunt me right at this very moment. To be honest, ghosts aren't scary at all. Humans are a lot scarier, living life like dead people. I'm looking for an outfit to wear because Jameson asked me to a Halloween party tonight. I guess we'll go trick or treating to different homes just like what chocolate-faced kids do.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

Since she wanted to try something, she toom it as a chance. Could it be possible for grim reapers to knock? She did heard that her kind can touch something when the clock strikes at three in the morning because that is where they get their bodies... or soul, be active. A small smile crept on her lips for the first time after two decades. To her surprise, Shane opened the door. "I see, it's you," She said. "Your time is up, Shane Hoseinzade. You lived wonderfully," She slashed her scythe on his neck but to her surprise, the scythe went through Shane and wasn't able to harm him.