Thanksgiving Horror Movies の小説・ストーリー

We put out pumpkins and ghost decorations for Halloween, and cornucopias and turkeys for Thanksgiving, and in turn, they close their shops early and keep a quieter pace during the Somber Howl and stay up all night, telling stories of ancestors from long-ago during the Winter Solstice. “Then you can carry them to bed later.” I say with a chuckle as I put my head back down on my forearms that are still resting on my desk. Zella reaches over and begins running her fingers through my brown, curly, mess of hair. “So what happens next?” She asks. I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level.

You freaked people out. Halloween was upon us and I was sitting at home watching TV. I wasn’t even into the day enough to watch any horror movies. I watched To Kill a Mockingbird on a classic movie channel. As my mother manned the door doling out candy to trick-or-treaters, I was struck by how the old guy down the road was perceived much in the same way as Boo was in the movie I was watching.

How was I supposed to sneak out during movie night? I texted back: "Headache. Think I need to sleep it off." Sophie: "Want me to bring you Advil?" Maya: "No, I already took some. Just need to lie down in the dark." Sophie: "Feel better! Love you!" The guilt was crushing. I turned off my bedroom light and waited, listening to the sounds of the movie starting downstairs. Laughter. Sophie's voice. Home. At eight fifty-five, I crept down the back stairs and out through the mudroom. My car was parked on the side of the house. I'd purposely left it there this morning instead of in the garage.

“This fake blood is incredibly realistic! You even got the details on the bloody fingertips down. Looks like you put a lot of effort into this!” “That’s not all!” Tiana giggled and pulled out her phone. “Look, Sarah’s eyes are even rolling back into her head! What amazing acting! “A zombie rolling its eyes, how hilarious! I’m going to post this photo on social media!” Writhing in agony, I slammed my body frantically against the coffin lid. I even smashed my forehead against the glass until blood blurred my vision. Raymond walked over and let out a helpless sigh. “Alright, Sarah, save your energy. We agreed on one night, so just stay in there like a good girl.”

I nodded, trying to steady my voice. “Last night was Halloween. Our boss, William Zoo, booked out a rural horror-themed escape room. He said anyone who made it through without screaming would get ten thousand. “There were nine of us. After we went in…” I went through everything—the layout, mechanisms, and performance of the scarecrow character with the oversized pumpkin head. He didn’t move, just listened in silence. “You said the pumpkin-headed character chased you with a chainsaw?” “Yes. It was incredibly loud, just this constant buzzing.”

I put my phone back on the table and picked up my coffee, pressing play on the tv, I started watching the movie again. ***** After Annabelle, I watched The Nun, I felt it only appropriate to stick with the genre. After that, the spookiness was getting to me, so I decided to switch to a horror comedy and put Jeepers Creepers 1,2 and 3 on. By the time I was done with all these movies, the daylight was pretty much over and it was creeping slowly from late afternoon to evening. I started looking for what take away I wanted to have for dinner, but it all seemed so... ‘’Same old, same old’’.

If they survived to a ripe old age, they got to retire, and another family member took their place. Now within the hazy, darkened version of the physical realm. Yolanda watched the shadows for anything out of place. There wasn’t a day or night within this realm. It was always a hazy, twilight. She’d always wondered if the Dream Realm influenced the atmosphere of many black and white horror movies. With the barren trees, mists wafting about in the air without out the wind’s benefit. It was gray and dingy. No moon hung in the air here. She suspected the Fae created this place before the moon was in orbit in the physical realm. They’d made it look like the physical realm. But they didn’t quite

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

She panicked and dashed towards the door and opened it. She was strucked by the turmoil of terror outside. Everyone was running and crying as the grasses grow violently and wrapped them on the ground. There were large wolves cornering people. Some lay on the ground, unconscious and a girl with a red auburn hair blew out pink fumes from her mouth, knocking everyone out. There were arrows flying in the air like birds and hitting people. There were also rocks flying around, knocking people out. There were humans with wings flying above like huge birds and they were hauling people to the sky and dropping them to the ground. They were laughing as the people around them were wailing. Serra just st

His parents attended an important dinner function at the Moonstar Hotel by the Bay View Area and they told them that they might come home late. A slight breeze blew from the West. Old folks used to tell in their bedtime stories by the fireplace that this is an ominous sign. They say that vile creatures hunt for their prey during these times. Mark knew all about this since he is an avid fan of mystery-horror stories. Yet he told himself a thousand times that evening these are just figments of his wild imagination. Nothing horrible is going to befall his parents. They are both good souls and God is watching over them from above.