Spooktober 2024 Novels & Stories

Kimberly stepped forward. "It's about the Halloween dance." She was tall with curly blond hair. Her lips where painted red, but she wore no other makeup. "Oh?" I shuffled around some papers on my desk, waiting for them to go on. The last two years, on October thirty-first, the ballroom was transformed into something out of a scary movie with blood spatter on the walls, cobwebs dangling from the ceiling, eyeballs floating in the punch bowl, and ghosts flitting around the frigid air.

After all, this Halloween was her first night out. It was a tradition among us to take the new recruits out on Halloween night once they had been properly prepared and proven themselves capable of not making a scene or putting themselves in danger. It is often a night of fond memories for us. Every childhood birthday wrapped into one orange and black night. Sweet memories full of falling leaves and ominous fields of corn, paper decorations and costume parties. Every year on October 31st, the world becomes an endless macabre fairy-land, seemingly just for our young. Halloween was always a special night for us.

I only hope I don't have to be murdered in order for that to happen. Arlo drives me home and the moon follows us. I hate Halloween, what used to be costumes and fun. Is now fear, panic, and an asshole laughing in a Haunted House. Nothing is scarier than this Halloween. As Arlo squeezes my hand, I know I can face the demons and ghosts of tonight with him by my side. To make sure its not in my head, I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine a little tighter bringing a little bit of happiness back with it.

She needed a dark dominatrix vibe and not a spooky Halloween leer. Modifying her costume with some other accessories, London thought about the angle she wanted to approach this unboxing stream. Regular unboxing wouldn’t be good enough for them. Fewer people were coming to watch her tonight as it was unplanned. She wanted to give them more reasons to bet, spend and shower her with gifts.

Candy corn should be renamed. Real vegetables aren’t that gross. – Riffraff It was mid October and the compound was already decorated for Halloween. They always went all out for the holidays. But Halloween was one of the best. It was no longer scorching hot. Nor was it cold.

It was a whole can of worms that wasn't meant to be broadcasted to those who couldn't even handle their own shit without the threat of a complete societal collapse, let alone understanding the complexities that none of them would be able to understand on a rational level. It drained me even thinking about that. Tossing the file into my to-do bin, I grabbed a few more and sorted through them one by one. Figuring out my schedule for the rest of the month wouldn't be hard but judging by the new pile on my desk, as well as the ones already sitting in my bins, I was in for a long fall season. There was always something about this time of year that drove the supernaturals into a weird frenzy. With

Early the next morning, it was a Monday. Manning, as a city, was getting into the Halloween mood, which was three weeks from the Sunday special. People were all around the town, with a few stores having decorated the night before. Everywhere was packed with scary designs. Manning University had not yet gone through the changes. Everything was as normal as it had been the previous day, except those students who were mischievous had already planted scary decorations in their mates' lockers.

She shouldn’t bite her lip like that, it’s poison. “O okay well, Halloween is when you dress up in different costumes and go around to houses asking for candy. You also go to parties and everything is made all spooky looking. It’s really fun, I’ll take you next year – I need a Lilo” “I’d like that” she blushed, me giving her a grin. I moved over to the couch, going to sit beside her. Almost instantly she squeezed up right next to me, curling her arms around one of mine. I could feel my cheeks heat up but didn’t say anything as I clicked the movie on.

It’s hard to believe Rosie and I have been married for ten years. To celebrate we went on a spooky tour to Sleepy Hollow and then Salem. We have a whole bucket list of haunted places we want to go and we check one off every anniversary. The list is from haunted towns to specific haunted places. Since this year was a big deal we decided to go to two places.

"Boss, those shareholders are bound to complain, but they're just wannabes—all they care about is money." "Then let's remind them who's in charge," Zachary said icily. "You got it, boss," Steven grinned. Zachary stared out the window. Night was falling, and the flashing neon lights outside made him feel uneasy. Late October was still chilly, with Halloween just around the corner. Even though celebrating Halloween wasn't originally an Adams tradition, the students were excited about it. Students were throwing parties and events at the campus. Sarah had been stuck in her office all day. As closing time rolled around, she rolled her shoulders, set aside her unfinished paperwork, and decided to