👻 1. The House That Breathed at Midnight
For decades, the Miller House stood at the edge of town, blackened by time and rumor. The locals said that if you passed it after midnight, you could hear a faint exhale—as if the house itself were breathing.
Every Halloween, brave kids dared each other to step onto the porch. None ever lasted more than a minute. The wooden steps groaned, the doorknob trembled, and a cold mist leaked through the cracks.
One Halloween night, four friends decided to film a video inside. They laughed and joked as they entered, the air thick with dust and silence. “It’s just an old house,” said Tyler, the loudest of the group. But as they explored the hallway, the door slammed shut.
Then came the sound—huuuuh… huuuh… A deep, steady breath from the walls themselves. The wallpaper pulsed, the floor thumped like a heartbeat. Suddenly, their flashlight flickered and pointed toward the staircase.
At the top stood a figure—pale, gasping, eyes hollow. “Get out,” it whispered, but not from its mouth—from the entire house.
Only one of them made it out alive, clutching the camera. The footage ends with him screaming as the walls close in—and a whispering voice says, “Finally… I can breathe again.”
💀 2. The Girl at the Window
Daniel had walked the same route home every Halloween since he was a boy. Each year, he passed a cozy little cottage at the corner of Maple Street. And every Halloween, a girl sat by the window with a pumpkin lantern, smiling and waving.
Her smile was warm, her eyes kind, and Daniel—though grown now—always waved back. It became his little tradition.
One rainy October evening, he decided to finally meet her. He brought candy and knocked on the door. An elderly woman answered, her face pale as a ghost.
“Can I speak to the girl in the window?” he asked.
The woman’s eyes filled with tears. “There is no girl,” she whispered. “My daughter Emily used to sit there… but she died ten years ago on Halloween night.”
Daniel froze. “That’s impossible. I just saw her—tonight.”
The woman shook her head. He turned toward the window—and saw nothing but the flicker of a candle. The smiling girl was gone.
Later that night, Daniel passed the cottage once more. The candle still burned, but now a note rested beside it:
“Thank you for waving back all these years. I was never alone because of you.”
🧛 3. The Vampire’s Promise
Lucien had lived a hundred lifetimes, but none worth remembering since the night he lost her—Elena. She had been human, fragile and full of life. He had been cursed with eternity, a vampire doomed to watch the world change without her.
On the night she died, beneath a crimson moon, he made a vow: “I will wait until you return.”
And he did. For a century, he wandered, feeding but never feeling. Until this Halloween night, when the moon turned red once more. On a bridge covered in mist, he saw her.
Same eyes. Same heartbeat. Different soul.
She looked at him, confused but drawn to his sorrow. “Do I know you?” she whispered.
Lucien smiled sadly. “You did… long ago.”
The wind howled, the river shimmered blood-red. The curse stirred within him—demanding her life once again. He fought it, trembling. “Not this time,” he muttered. “Love doesn’t have to end in death.”
As dawn broke, he vanished with the fog, leaving behind a single red rose on the bridge. When she picked it up, a whisper echoed through the morning air:
“I’ll wait another hundred years if I must.”
🎃 4. The Pumpkin Prank Gone Wrong
Jake loved pranks more than candy. Every Halloween, he tried to outdo himself. This year, his plan was simple—dress as a giant pumpkin, hide in his roommate’s room, and jump out yelling “BOO!”
Everything went perfectly. He slipped into the costume, turned off the lights, and waited. He could barely breathe inside the pumpkin shell, but it was worth it for the laugh.
Footsteps. The door creaked open. Jake tensed.
“BOOO—” he screamed, bursting out. But before he could finish, the pumpkin eyes glowed bright orange, and the mouth—his mouth—moved on its own.
“What… the hell…” Jake gasped.
The costume was laughing. Deep, throaty laughter from inside the pumpkin. The roommate ran screaming out of the apartment, while Jake tried to pull it off—but it stuck tighter.
Neighbors later found him wandering the hallway at 3 a.m., the pumpkin still glowing faintly. He swore it whispered to him:
“You wanted to scare someone… now you’re part of the scare.”
