Halloweenhorror Stories

After inheriting a crumbling psychiatric clinic in Haddonfield, Eliza Monroe uncovers chilling remnants of its most infamous patient: Michael Myers. As she sifts through her late uncle's journals and the clinic's decaying archives, Eliza begins to experience strange phenomena-music playing from nowhere, masked figures in the dark, and memories that aren't hers. The deeper she digs, the more she questions her own identity. Is she unraveling the truth... or becoming part of it? *The Shape Beneath* is a psychological horror that blurs reality and madness, weaving journal entries, haunting melodies, and a legacy soaked in blood. For fans of dark romance, unreliable narrators, and stories that linger long after the last page. **He never spoke. But now, he's writing through me.**

My first story, i hope you guys like it :)

Oakley was a little girl far from home, yet she doesn't realize just what she's done to deserve this. Despite the way it seems, she hasn't done anything to deserve her fate.

The perfect Halloween costume might be your last. When avid vintage shopper, Sarah, unearths a stunning 1920s flapper dress for her Halloween party, she thinks she's found a piece of history. The dress fits like a dream, instantly transforming her into the belle of the ball. But as the night wears on, something sinister begins to stir. The costume isn't just fabric and sequins. It's a memory, a whisper from the past, clinging to every thread. Sarah's own laughter slowly gives way to an unfamiliar, cold smile. Her thoughts become clouded by visions of a forgotten era, and her reflection shows a face that isn't entirely her own. The dress once belonged to a girl with a secret, a heartbreak, and a life brutally cut short a century ago. Now, a vengeful spirit demands to be seen, to be heard, to reclaim what was hers-and Sarah is just the vessel. As Sarah fights to hold onto her own mind, she discovers that some fashion statements come with an eternal price. Can she unravel the century-old mystery before the girl in the dress takes over completely, and turns her Halloween night into a permanent, chilling nightmare? In the world of NIGHT SHIVERS, some stories refuse to stay buried...

When two nuns are found dead in a remote Romanian church, Father Edward and Sister Margaret are sent to investigate. As more mysterious murders occur, they uncover dark secrets buried deep within the church's walls. Faced with ancient demon and sinister forces, their faith and lives are pushed to the limit in a race to uncover the truth before they become the next victims.

Are you afraid of the dark? Ghosts, goblins, or the smell of corpse? Well in this story, me and my friends, Celine, Celina, and Synthia are planning to go to the Down town festival, but who knows what's waiting for us there... They also meet some other people at the Allentown fair, that's making me, Tia, go crazy!

*ONGOING* A mysterious killer has been roaming the streets of Sasha Damien's home town. With the police on the case, it seemed like they were always right on the tail of the murderer, but the reality was much more chilling - they were way far behind, and the killer seemed to know about it. When Sasha's best friend goes missing, she takes it into her own hands to find her captor. Various clues lead her to a strange place and soon Sasha finds that she is in way over her head... ~ Started: Friday, October 20th, 2017 Finished: N/A

This story Will only be out Now till Halloween [Original Story By Cherish Dreams Singleton]

Gerry didn't know what it was that woke him. What he did know was that being awake that late at night was not something he had planned on and he didn't much like it. Shocked to wakefulness, what he sees captures his imagination and the chase begins. A little Halloween fun for a cold October evening.

I'm in love with horror and Halloween so I hope you enjoy these creepy short stories that you can tell a party, sleepover, or even on Halloween. Enjoy. Note: I do not own these stories. I've written a few myself though and I'll put credit to who posted them on different websites. Please do not steal these stories without giving the authors credit. Thank you.

They went out as six. They came back as six. That's the part that makes it worse. Halloween night in Altrincham. Costumes, Snapchat stories, trick-or-treating through streets that started feeling wrong in ways nobody could name. Decorations that looked less like decoration and more like warning. A Grim Reaper silhouette appearing in upstairs windows across town - simultaneously, impossibly - watching them move. Group photos showing a seventh figure nobody saw standing there. Phones delivering messages that were never sent. By the time they made it back to the house, something had already followed them inside. It had been listening all night. To every word, every laugh, every whispered conversation on every dark street. Recording. Learning. Building something from the material it collected - the way each of them moved, spoke, hesitated, breathed. It wasn't random. It wasn't looking for victims. It was looking for a replacement. The wardrobe opened on its own. The count kept coming back wrong. And one by one, the things they thought they knew about each other - about themselves - started to come apart. Something is still in that house. Something is still wearing the face it chose. And the scariest part isn't what happened on Halloween night. It's that by morning, nobody could prove it hadn't always been there.