Spooktober 2024 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I argue, my voice laced with frustration and sadness. Her gentle hand rests upon my back, offering a comforting touch. She encourages me to eat, reminding me of the date, October 3rd. I furrow my brow, curious about the significance of that particular day. “What’s special about October 3rd?” I inquire, my voice tinged with curiosity. Silver’s eyes hold a glimmer of knowledge as she replies, “That’s the global witch day. It’s believed that during the dark of the night, witches become stronger, and their powers are unleashed.”

The client's company wasn't far away, so I clocked in and headed out to meet them. When I stepped into the elevator, I was still on the phone with Adam, sharing the good news. The moment the doors closed, the lights flickered, and strange mechanical noises echoed. Only then did I realize I was alone in the elevator. The date was June 23—the same day I had fallen to my death in my previous life. "Adam!" I yell into the phone. "The elevator is dropping—"

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

“Daddy will chase the monster away.” The basement stairs creaked under my weight. The air grew damp and cold, carrying the familiar smell of concrete and forgotten Christmas decorations. I swept the beam across dusty shelves, old furniture covered in sheets, and stacks of boxes labeled “C9” in black marker—my wife’s obsessive filing system for holiday stuff. Nothing. No glowing eyes, no claws, no growling shadows. Just silence and cobwebs. “Nothing here, Lily!” I called up the stairs, my voice echoing slightly. “Just junk. Come down tomorrow and I’ll show you.”

After school started back, the excitement turned to the upcoming holiday that all kids and teenagers love, Halloween. The local theater was putting on their annual haunted house but we saw signs that they were short on actors. They had it open on Saturday nights and then on Friday nights that there wasn’t a home football game to compete with.

Especially on one of their favorite hobby. Tormenting September.