Beware the creature that stalks on All Hallows Eve, when the supernatural roam the Earth and cause mischief among the living. The Halloween Spirit is the worst of them all, giving the humans a good scare to boost their belief in the joyous holiday, and if he finds his victim interesting, well, he might just give them a special treat. {Male Halloween Spirit x Female Reader}

A cold snowy night, a dinner party and a murder... will patrick be able to find out who the killer is before its to late?

Hostage. Prisoner. What ever you wish to call it. They won't let me nor my friends leave. Taken by a cannibalistic family and claimed I was being adopted into their family. I already have a family of my own. And what of my friends that's with me? They're the main course. In the little town of Norbury, Canada, there have been several people disappearing without a trace. A couple of my colleagues and I decided to do a news article and discover the reasons for all the missing people. However I never realized the horrors that would await us in the quiet little town. The town is not a real place in Canada, I just made it up. This is my first story ever so if I have grammar mistakes PLEASE CORRECT ME!!! I'm not a writer but I've had this idea in my head ever since I watched Hostel and Wrong Turn so I figured I'd see if anyone else is interested. I don't own any of the images Warning! the first few chapters are a bit bumpy but they get better! Warning!!! Graphic content, Violence, Gore, Torture!!!

For the six college friends ending their weeklong summer trip who stumble across an old sign for an abandoned campsite called Crystal Lake, it was only supposed to be a thrill-- a detour.

It wasn't supposed to be a rescue. It wasn't even supposed to be real. A drunken dare. A reckless chase. A twisted game. Harry and his friends entered the house with one thought-to take what wasn't theirs. But the moment they crossed the threshold, the game turned against them. The doors locked. The walls shifted. Their desires became chains, their laughter swallowed by silence. At first, they thought it was a man-a monster lurking in the dark, toying with them. But the deeper they went, the more the truth clawed at their sanity. The house was alive. And it wanted them to suffer. Time unraveled. Lust turned to regret. Hunger turned to madness. Their mistakes tightened like a noose, and soon, Harry found himself losing more than just his way. He was losing them. And the house was still watching. Because no one leaves until it is done with them. The House That Whispers