A Short Story : A Fairy Story

Scary stories are exchanged on Halloween night. Turtle Wexler is told spooky stories about the Westing House, by Otis Amber and Sandy McSouthers. Dared by Otis and Sandy, a bet is made, two dollars every minute Turtle stays in the house. She goes into the house only to run back

The next day the boys see a young girl crying and realize after talking to her that it is Miss Foley. They go to her house but when they come back their path is blocked by a parade. The carnival is out searching the streets for them. They hide and the little girl is gone. Will's father sees them hiding in an iron grille in the sidewalk and the boys convince him to keep quiet because the Illustrated Man comes to talk to him. Will's father pretends not to know the two boys whose faces are tattooed on the man's hand, and then when the Witch comes and begins to sense the boys' presence he blows cigar smoke at her, choking her and forcing her to leave. Mr. Dark asks Charles Halloway for his name, and Will's father tells him

Waylon smiled wide and pointed across the road to a massive black house all on its own. It sat at the end of the cul- de- sac, black timber slats and a yard that

The house had an unusual smell to it that Bryan couldn’t quite his finger on it. Miguel had never minded any of the people in the village had always believed the story ever since they were a young child, but there showed no evidence of this so called “Witch”. old lady on the corner of Babylan St. because he always knew it was just a folktale,so they wouldn’t go into a stranger 's house.

At, first it seemed to be all fun and games, but then suddenly until the door opens without anyone touching it. After that occurred, Raheem whispered “what's going on,why are we here and we should probably just leave and do this another time”. “Today is Halloween shouted Travis, Darkness, Spooky and frightfulness is in the air, this is the time when the

Jenna felt her stomach begin to growl and she thought of the dinner her father had prepared for them before he’d left for work. Spaghetti and meatballs with cheesy garlic bread, her absolute favorite. The very thought of it was now making Jenna 's mouth water as she licked her lips in hunger. She silently wished that she would have eaten earlier with her father back when he had just finished cooking it. That was right before he had kissed her on the cheek, told her he loved her, and headed off to work the night shift as a paramedic at Saint Christopher 's Hospital. But, she was too excited about Halloween to eat just then, the anticipation of trick-or-treating being such a short time away filling her every thought with joy. She was a

It was a cold, rainy night on Friday the 13th of October. A girl, Veronica, and her four friends went to the movie theater in a spooky corner of Slash Plaza with people in bloody costumes, the ticket booth covered in spider webs and green goo, ordinarily lights flickering down the hallway.

Katrina lay soundlessly in her bed as the wind whipped and whistled against the glass of the window. She was awakened abruptly by the casting glow of a flashlight shining in on her and then trailing around the house. She slinked to her window to peer around the pane, but the light was no longer there. Instead there was a pumpkin head smashed against her window atop of horse’s body. The pumpkin began to speak and as it did, it left a trail of fog on the cold fall night. It told her never to tell anyone that she saw a pumpkin peering in on her and that if she told anyone he would burden her from her sleep and there would be no trace of her left behind. Oddly enough this voice resembled the schoolmaster, Ichabod Crane.

It was a late October night on the last night of October, Halloween. The air was not to hot but wasn’t to cold either there was a slight breeze and it felt as if it was a comforting spring evening. It was about half past nine and it was quiet, well besides the few late night trick or treaters such as my cousin brother and I, and the occasional car alarms that would be set off because of the delinquents of Glendale, Utah. It was dark by now and the street lamps were mostly all burned out besides a

It was windy and mysterious, it was also mainly dark. The trees were blowing, wolves were howling. The third reason I think NBC is a Halloween movie is because the movie setting was

I skimmed over the jack o lanterns, heard the faint sounds of trick or treat, the crumble of candy wrappers, and the smell of crisp autumn air. I’d been out for a while when I felt rain. I smelled the rain. Then tasted the droplets and saw kids run for the cars. But meanwhile my friends and I all enjoyed it and ran around in the rain still trick or treating.

1. What is the genre of this story? Are there any other possible genres this story could fall into?

It was a foggy night on Halloween Many think that the barrier between our world and the underworld are at the weakest point well let's find out Me and my friends love Halloween we can be anyone or anything for only one day out of the year.Every year me and my friends lucy,who is a more scientific person believes every thing should be proven she has black hair blue eyes Parker,wants some money he has blond hair and green eyes and Eleanor is a scaredy cat she has white hair and brown eyes.we take a trip to my parents cabin in the louisiana swamp It is great this time of year because we always go looking for unusual things out of this world things paranormal things. We always see something but you never let them see you!

“So kids, every Halloween, it is said that her ghost, roams the empty hallways of this very school, searching for another female student to take her place.” The students were now on the edge of their wooden seats, eyes wide, listening to every word Mr. Morris said. All of a sudden the loud bell breaks the silence, making each one of them jump.

“In the year of 1989, there was a street named Elm, in the state of Wyoming. Few chose to live on that street, and they all knew about the haunted house, up on the hill, on the west side of town, coming off of Elm. Once, I spent the week with some friends and, Halloween came upon us, while I stayed with them.” I was telling my first-grade brother and his friends stories to scare them out of their wits. Besides, no one wants little kids tagging along with you to go trick or treating, when you could go with your friends to Haunted Houses, and not ones set up by the town hall. “We were just about to pass the house, not thinking anything of it, when we heard a moan coming from Old Man Reaper’s house.” Their eyes grew wide with fear. Mr. G.