Stories Halloween Novels & Stories

My Grandpa’s story began like this: “Grandpa! I’m glad you came today. Do you have a story to tell me? Make it a scary one! Oh, I know! How about when you were my age, what did you do for Halloween?” “Well, let’s see... when I was fifteen...” “Grandpa!” “What? Oh, right! What did I do on Halloween when I was your age? I don’t know if you should hear this. I mean, it’s not pretty. It’s downright scary as hell!”

Yet everything he tells me sounds like a promise that he won't. As I lean against the counter in the kitchen drinking tea, I watch the trees move in the wind, growing more naked by the day. It's Saturday — Halloween — and Mom is out with Perry at the store picking up a last-minute addition to his Michael Myers costume. He was going to be Iron Man until he, Harper, and I watched the Halloween movies the other night to scare him. Of course, he ended up loving it. Harper enters the main room with a hoodie and sweatpants on. A large canvas bag hangs from her shoulder, stuffed full. She spots me and comes to the counter island.

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

Terrified of losing their jobs, those employees banded together to drive out the interns, using staged paranormal incidents to force them to quit. The fingerprint scanner failed because Zoe deleted the data. The freezing air came from remote-controlled cooling devices installed in the vents. Computer malfunctions were caused by embedded control programs. As for the elevator, they had bribed a junior member of the property staff. In my previous life, if I had resigned, I wouldn't have died. But Adam stopped me at every turn because he wanted my accidental death compensation. If I died in the elevator, both the company and property management would have paid out large sums.

She ground her hips into his and moaned suggestively. "I think that you're taking the Vampire Cosplay a little too far," James said. "It's past midnight and Halloween is officially over." "Samhain is not over until the sun rises. The fact that the holiday falls on a moon that is full makes blood collected this night especially potent." Ashley said, licking her lips and taking a nip at him. He jerked back in time to avoid having a chunk of his neck taken out. There was fresh red on her lips. James felt his neck and it came back with a little of his blood. "Yours is especially good. The little tastes are not nearly enough."

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

They both were. Eventually Sarah spoke the words we all needed to hear. “This stays between us. Our secret. No one can ever know what happened in this house tonight.” Her tone was serious but her eyes sparkled with mischief. “We’ll be careful. But we don’t have to stop. Summer is long… and I plan on having both of you as often as possible.” Jake squeezed my hip. “I’m in. As long as you two want me.” “I want this,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion and lingering arousal. “All of it. The three of us. Whenever we can.”

Cheryl nodded. "The witch is very far away. In the past, there was a beautiful princess from the kingdom of Onion who wanted to wash gold in the river. The Princess met a pumpkin, in the shape of gold too, the Princess took the pumpkin to eat, mistaking it for Halloween." "Then continue." Faaza urged. Meanwhile, Cheryl had to rack her brain again because of her original composition. "Do you know Halloween? Uh, it's scary. They like to bite small children, but their teeth are toothless hihi."

"Yesterday, you told me that you found treasure." She sighed deeply and told them all to gather round. "You guys know Lucas, right? My friend that I've been looking for?" They murmured, "yes" "I found him. In Mr. Harvey's kitchen, there's a secret passageway down to his basement. Lucas and two other people are trapped down there. A Korean scientist and a Chinese hacker. They've been stuck there for years, making a virus for Mr. Harvey." "A virus?" David asked again. "So, this is true."