Halloween Short Story

Tommy was an overly curious twelve-year-old who loved Halloween. Each year, his town organizes a tour of the infamous ‘Haunted Mill’. The urban legend had it that a ghost of a previous mill worker rattled chains each year, specifically at midnight on Halloween.

This year, Tommy decided he was brave enough to go, despite all the warnings from everyone. Selling seven candies from his stash to his buddies, he had just enough for the ticket.

Clad in his favorite superhero costume, with a tiny flashlight, off he headed to the mill. As soon as the clock struck midnight, the chains rattled, scaring everyone away except him. He decided to inspect the source of the noise amidst creaking floors and dusty air.

With trembling hands, he pointed the flashlight toward the rattling chains. His heart pounded as he discovered a mischievously grinning townsguy, Mr. McKenzie, deliberately rattling the chains! He wasn’t expecting this “ghost”!

At breakfast next morning, the whole town was amused to read the headline in the local newspaper, “Haunted Mill Ghost Unmasked – All Thanks to a Daring Kid”. Tommy winked as he bit into his pancakes, the Halloween Hero of the town!

It was the night before Halloween, when old Mrs. Mulligan baked a batch of her famously prized pumpkin pies. As she hummed an ancient lullaby, her dimly lit kitchen flickered with ghoulish shadows.

In the morning, children arrived in costumes, eager for a taste of the mouthwatering treats. Little did they know that these pumpkin pies held a secret ingredient – a pinch of the old Halloween spirit. Each child was beaming with excitement as they took their first bite.

All was merry within the neighbourhood as laughter and giggles echoed through the streets. Until, suddenly, with wide-eyed wonder, the children’s costumes began taking on a life of their own. Witches cackled with newfound power while miniature werewolves howled at the imagined moon.

The townsfolk gasped as they watched, not knowing whether to be scared or bemused. It was a sight to behold, the true essence of Halloween sprung to life, all thanks to Mrs. Mulligan’s heavenly pies.

And the surprise of the day? Mrs. Mulligan with her unusual tradition, revealed that the pie’s secret ingredient was indeed, nothing but a spoonful of… mischief!

It was Halloween night in the small town of Solitude. As the moon cast long eerie shadows, the funniest of the town’s goblins, Charlie, was preparing for his favorite holiday. Unlike other goblins, Charlie didn’t care for the creeping and crawling; he found laughter to be the spookiest potion.

He decided to host a Jack-o-Lantern contest, chuckling at the chaos he was about to cause. Word spread like a witch on a broomstick; every goblin and witch lined up, each brandishing their spoookiest pumpkin. There was hushed excitement as Charlie paced up and down the carvings, making lightly terrifying jokes to lighten the mood.

Just as Charlie was about to announce the winner, he tripped over his long goblin shoes, and crashed head-on into the most alarming pumpkin. The crowd exploded in laughter, and the pumpkin’s sinister grin seemed to wink at the crowd. Embarrassed, Charlie jumped up, dusted himself off, and laughed along, true to his spirit.

“And the winner is…” Charlie gestured towards the wrecked pumpkin, now hilariously squashed, “…me!”. Everyone laughed out loudest, and the rest of the Halloween night echoed with cheerful banter. Given Charlie’s charming spirit, the scariest night wasn’t so scary anymore, it was just ‘Charlie’s Nightmare’!

And that’s why, dear reader, in the small town of Solitude, they still say that the true spirit of Halloween is not the spookiest, but the funniest pumpkin in the patch.

Once there was a young boy named Charlie. He lived in a remote town famous for its mysterious Halloween curse. Every 31st, a pumpkin-headed ghost was rumored to walk the sleepy streets, looking for a playmate.

Charlie dismissed the tale as simply, “folk bunkum” and boldly decided to venture out alone on Halloween night. Clad in his yellow raincoat, he roamed the quiet streets, flashlight in his hand, courage in his heart.

An icy wind blew making eerie rustling noises in the dead leaves. Suddenly, in the ring of his flashlight, he spotted the pumpkin-headed ghost! Terrified, he dropped his flashlight and ran, leaving a gasping ghost behind.

Charlie didn’t stop running until he was safely at home. He bolted the door shut, convinced he’d cheated fate. But just then, something rattled in his pocket.

Summoning his remaining courage, he reached into his pocket and found…his prized rubber ducky. Shocked, he laughed. It was not the pumpkin headed ghost he’d run away from, but his own, long lost toy he had seen through the dropped flashlight!

Thus, Charlie’s fear unknowingly solved the mystery of his missing rubber ducky, putting a fun twist to the bewildering Halloween of his small town.

“It was a chilly Halloween night in the quiet town of Hudson. The moon hung low, casting long shadows in the eerily silent streets.

Among the trick-or-treaters, young Billy walked alone, his candy bag nearly empty. He was determined to knock at every door until his bag rippled with loads of treats.

As Billy approached the last house on Serpent Street, a shiver ran down his spine. The house had a vibe that made the hair on his neck stand on end. The front door creaked open as if inviting him in.

Undeterred, Billy walked up the steps and shouted, ‘Trick or treat!’ Imagine his delighted surprise when a massive pile of candy poured forth from nowhere.

“Wow!” he exclaimed, quickly filling his bag. His eyes gleamed with triumph. That’s when he noticed his costume. The bright red devil suit he wore appeared to change to a completely different snow white angel costume.

“What a strange Halloween!” Billy thought, chuckling to himself. Little did he know, the house had a rep for pranks. He had just been ‘tricked’ while he thought he was getting his ‘treat’.”

Once upon a time, in the small town of Hollow Haven, a plot brewed unbeknownst to its folksy people. As the sun dipped behind the hills one Halloween eve, the mood shifted from festive to foreboding. Pumpkins in the town square, carved by eager youngsters, their eyes glowed with insidious warmth. Unfazed, the townsfolk went along with their usual holiday merriment.

Tom, a curious lad, was drawn towards the ‘Mason’s Mansion’, the abandoned house atop the hill, notorious as a den of unseen spirits. Holding a trembling lantern in one hand, and his sinking heart in the other, he creaked open the monolithic doors. The mansion’s mystery could be cut with a knife.

Exploring the grim corners, Tom chanced upon a peculiar room. A misty voice echoed, “Set us free, brave soul!” He gazed around to find a spectral figure bound in chains. Trusting his instincts, he broke the ghost’s bonds using a rusty iron poker he found nearby.

As the spectral figure wafted away in relief, the Mansion glowed in a serene light. Suddenly, the town bell tolled midnight, and the once feared house was brimming with dolls, candies, and laughter. The seemingly haunted mansion had aired its secret – it was the best-kept Halloween hideout!

Once upon a crisp, autumn evening, a cheery family moved into a quaint house, brushing off tales of it being haunted. “Nonsense!” exclaimed Mr. Smith, as they unloaded their boxes. They dearly loved Halloween, hence the October move. But strange incidents soon began…

First, the jack-o’-lanterns would mysteriously change places! Then, Mrs. Smith’s favorite decor, a glow-in-the-dark witch, was always turned facing the wall every morning. It’s as if the house itself was playing pranks.

Despite the spooky scenes, the children found thrill in these antics, fashioning ghost costumes and planning their most impressive ‘trick’. They decided to host their neighborhood friends for an overnight Halloween party, thrilled to share their ghostly abode.

As all the little ‘ghouls’ and ‘ghosts’ settled in for spooky stories, the lights suddenly flickered! Everyone gasped, looking at each other wide-eyed. Just as they had predicted, their house was joining the party! Then, the climax hit! The room filled with a groaning sound. All in the room clutched onto each other.

But, the biggest surprise stood in the doorway—the Smiths’ forgotten, antique gramophone, hooked up by Dad for a prank of his own, groaning out an eerie soundtrack. Everyone burst out laughing, relieved, as Dad revealed himself as the prankster, behind all their haunted house hilarities!

Eleven-year-old Timmy had always been fascinated by the immaculately carved pumpkin perched outside grim ol’ Mister Raleigh’s doom-laden house. The spectral flicker from its hollowed eye slits cast eerie shadows, fluttering like ghostly butterflies each Halloween.

This year, plucking up the courage, Timmy decided he would swipe the famous jack-o’-lantern. As the moon hung low, casting a milky glow over the season’s last fallen leaves, the daring heist was afoot.

With cat-like stealth, he darted towards the haunted house. As he reached out to claim his prize, a cold hand touched his shoulder. He whirled around, expecting the wrath of Mister Raleigh, but there stood… the pumpkin!

Smiling wide, cosy firelight twinkling from its hollow interior, the grand jack-o’-lantern towered over Timmy. The pumpkin roared with laughter and the whole street erupted in a chorus of chuckles. Phantasmal street lights flickered in delight as the neighborhood specters cackled alongside.

Timmy blushed bright as an apple bobbing in a Halloween bucket, his comical fright forever etched in the town’s legends. Moral of the story? On Halloween, beware—the jack-o’-lantern might just steal you instead!

Once upon a time, in a small, forgotten town named Hollowville, lived a lonely old witch, Miss Periwinkle. She was infamous in town, her stories frightening every child who dared venture near her ancient, creepy house.

This Halloween, Lily, the bravest girl in town, decided she didn’t believe the stories and would go Trick-Or-Treating at Miss Periwinkle’s house. With a bag full of courage, she approached the rickety gate, her heart racing, wearing a playful smile.

Quivering, she knocked on the faded wooden door. It creaked open to reveal Miss Periwinkle, with her signature black hat, slightly crooked nose, and surprisingly, a warm smile.

Offering Lily a glowing pumpkin, she said, “A brave heart like yours, dear, deserves the truth and a treat. Inside this pumpkin, you’ll find both.”

Curiously, Lily opened the glowing pumpkin. To her astonishment, inside, shimmering truthfully was a mirror. The reflection showed a beautiful young witch – Lily herself!

Miss Periwinkle chuckled, “Scary tales made me infamous, but they shielded a secret. I am not the last witch – you are, Lily. Welcome, the new witch of Hollowville!” The lonely witch wasn’t lonely anymore or old for the old witch was Lily and Hollowville was never the same again.

Once upon a time, in a picturesque town that sat nestled between verdant mountains and a sprawling, eerily calm lake, lived a kindly old woman named Madame Morne.

Madam Morne was known well across the town for her tantalizing treats during Halloween. But there was one thing that kept everyone slightly wary. Her mansion, perched atop ‘Crooked Hill,’ was rumored to be haunted.

Undeterred by the spooky aura, the townsfolk continued to enjoy Madam Morne’s yearly Halloween treats, dismissing the hearsay. But one year, the old lady wasn’t seen for days. The townsfolk grew anxious. A brave couple decided to check on her at the mansion.

When they arrived, they discovered that Madam Morne had accidentally locked herself in her candy cupboard! They soon released her, greeted by a river of delightful treats that flowed from her candy stash.

From then on, Halloween changed in the town. Each year, the residents would gather – not scared but excited – at her mansion on Crooked Hill, awaiting that subsequent burst of candies.

And as for the haunted speculation? It turned out that the only ‘spirit’ on Crooked Hill was Madam Morne’s spirit of generosity!