Stories Halloween Novels & Stories

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Before she get out, she said, "Don't worry, close your eyes and relax. Mr Hayes won't be coming for at least two hours, that's how he is after getting into the office room. By the way, don't sleep and get drowned. I will be back in half an hour. " After she left, I closed my eyes and tried to forget everything that happened today. My life was turned upside down just like that. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and after some time, I felt relaxed at the same time my eyes felt so heavy that I could hardly open my eyes. Then all of a sudden, I was underwater. I wanted to sit back in my position, but I couldn't as my hands were slippery. I felt like I was going to die right there, in the stupid b

None of the five Holiday offspring had believed their father when he'd told them that their family was descended from the ancient Celtic spirits of the seasons. It was a coincidence, they'd all figured, that each of them had been born on a holiday - whether a modern one, like Valentine, the middle brother, or an ancient one, like Summer, the older of the two girls who was born on midsummer's day. Sam had gotten both - Halloween, the modern holiday, and Samhain, the ancient festival. He still blessed his parents for calling him just Sam, even though they'd meant to name him Samhain.

Hank offered as he thwarted a vampire’s attempt to pull off his head by biting him in the hand. When the double doors of the castle flew open and a new surge of angry castle supernatural residents poured into the great room with the intent to kill, all conversation stopped. Hank pulled a whistle from around his neck and blew it long and hard. It not only summoned a new surge of zombies to flood the great hall, but it caused the vampires to stop for a brief, stunned moment.

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families. Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?" I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story sho

"Can we do another one together?" "Sure but we'll have snacks first." Crimson set the tray down on the table and they both sat down, enjoying the snacks. Cleo happily munched on a cookie while he ate cheese crackers. "Daddy, do you remember the bedtime story you told me last time?" "Which one, sweetie?" "The one about the kids who lived in a house made of candy... The scary lady used the sweets to trick them into coming inside so she could eat them." "That's Hansel and Gretel."

Jessie was the one to say, looking both Christian and Andres in the eye. "I agree, I think you too should sit beside each other." Kimmy put in. Again, Jessie gently kicked Christian for him to agree, he got up slowly then helped Kimmy out of her chair. "How are you doing this fine evening, darling?" Christian mocked, as he sat beside Andres. Jessie gave him a pointed look. "So Halloween is coming up soon. Are we going to have a haunted house or not?" Kimmy asked, trying to change the subject. Christian gave an enermous smile, "our Halloween celebration is nothing like how the humans do it, I'm glad you are here to experience it."

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.