Spooktober Meme Novels & Stories

“That drunken BASTARD! That dirty, drunken BASTARD! The car with no headlights flying down the goddamn highway. That stupid, drunk bastard hit and killed us!” And then Paul let out a primordial scream which rivaled the devil himself! So loud, the birds roosting in the trees, thousands of them flew out of the graveyard! Now every year on Halloween, Paul Butterfield and Ben Eisner repeat the night they died into eternity. “Mikayla, why are you hiding under the blanket? I thought you watched scary stuff all the time?” “Oh Grandpa, that was the scariest story you ever told!” “Well, whatever you do, don’t tell your mom and dad, they’ll have my hide!”

She placed them down forcefully enough to hear the glass clunk against the wood. “Better?” she mocked. “Much better,” Wes laughed. “Now, I’m feeling the vibe. It’s only better in October when we have Halloween snacks.” “October is coming. Which reminds me, we need to talk about the Telluride Horror Show.” “That’s right.” Wes leaned back and rubbed his hand over the stubble advancing across his chin. “It’s almost time. How was Nightmare?”

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

Piper asked, breaking the silence. "Yeah, I never even thought of that!" Willow brought out the ticket from her purse and was watching it with keen interest. "Yeah, about that! I noticed something back at home, the back of the ticket that has a skull, scratch it off" he said. "Okay, this is just a Halloween show, can we not try to make it look creepy?" Hazel asked. "Come on, it is part of the fun of it!" Piper told her as she had scratched hers off already.

Alexandre leans in, gently wiping my cheeks with a warm towel and whispers: — You know what? Even the most fearsome pirates need breaks, warm baths, and laughter. And you, you are braver than you think. A small smile finally appears on my lips. Alexandre laughs softly, a sound that fills the room with a warmth I thought long lost. — And now, he adds with a wink, I have a joke for you. Why don’t ghosts like the rain? — I don’t know… why? — Because they hate getting soaked… and losing their… ghostly elegance!

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.

Pumpkins had started showing up around the ward. Not real ones, but plastic, hollow, and too bright, but still pumpkins. Someone had taped paper bats along the hallway bulletin board, and the cafeteria offered watery orange punch they called “spooky brew.” It was almost Halloween, and Naya couldn’t stop thinking about how, this time last year, she’d been at Adrian’s office party, dressed in black silk, drinking real champagne. Now she was in paper slippers, eating Jell-O that looked like blood but tasted like cherry cough syrup.

Send videos of cats being jerks and drunks doing something stupid. But it was Wednesday night, and they had not shared a single snap. Not one meme. Matt stared at his phone in the darkness of his room. His laptop screen showing Stephanie dressed as a naughty nurse for last year's Halloween being the only light in his room. 'Great fuck last week. Looking forward to Saturday.'

When Emmet answered that his favourite colour was now red, Jasper admitted that his own was now blue. 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.

He’s good with his words, and just like a delicious glass of wine, he makes you feel all relaxed. Today it is Halloween and although we don’t go trick or treating, with around 47 adults in the pack, some of the women thought we should have like a little party. And so here we are all dressed up, with the place decorated really incredibly with cobwebs, spiders, ghosts and blood.