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Halloween Tales

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This week we read several short Halloween tales. These are the kinds of stories you tell round the campfire, or when you are lying in bed, unable to sleep.

Learning to Count

My daughter woke me up at around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally's birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read, but I fell asleep in front of the TV.

"Daddy," she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. "Guess how old I'm going to be next month."

"I don't know, beautiful," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old?"

She smiled and held up four fingers.

It is 7:30 am now. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours, but she still won't tell us where she got them.



It was 10 pm and my son was in bed. I went in to check on him and I began tucking him in bed when he said, "Daddy check for monsters under my bed."

I looked underneath the bed, just to keep him happy, but then I saw him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, "Daddy there's somebody on my bed."


Stop Crying

My daughter won't stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night.

I visited her grave and asked her to stop, but it didn't help.


Come to the Kitchen

I heard my mother calling me into the kitchen. As I headed down the stairs I heard a whisper from the closet saying, "Don't go down there honey, I heard it too."


Time to Wake Up

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams.

I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but then I saw my alarm clock - it read 12:06 - I heard the door creak open.


The Black Lagoon

To celebrate their first year at university, six friends went camping in the wilderness. After driving for several hours from the nearest town, they discovered a lagoon, nestled beside a cliff, an ideal spot for diving.

They set up camp in the woods nearby and spent the evening swimming in the warm, clear water. As the sun sank below the trees, one of the friends went up to the highest point on the cliff and jumped off, while the other 5 watched.

Their laughter slowly subsided as they waited for him to surface. It took half a minute for them to dive in after their friend: struggling and sputtering among the reeds in the lagoon, they searched for him in vain. Finally they disentangled themselves and came up, and they knew they would never see their friend again. They called the emergency services, but they couldn't even find his body. Heartbroken they erected a cross on the bank of the lagoon, and returned to the city.

They passed a strange and lonely year in which their only solace was the knowledge that they would return to the lagoon to honour the anniversary of their friend's death.

A year passed and they returned to the lagoon for the memorial, but as they approached they saw their friend standing there, head bowed. Excitedly they called to him, but he didn't turn round. They ran towards him, and as they got closer they called out more desperately, still to no avail. They shouted even louder, but stopped dead when they saw not one but five crosses, their friend gently crying over them in remembrance of the friends who had saved his life a year earlier.


  • takafromtokyotakafromtokyo Posts: 2,592 Inactive
    The last tale’s scary point is that the ones who were described as alive turns out to be the dead ones at the end of the story. They don’t even think that they are the dead ones through the times the story unfolds. We have scary tales with basically the same type of plot in Japan.

    Nice tales!! I enjoyed them very much. (They didn’t scare me though)
  • mheredgemheredge Posts: 39,129 ✭✭✭✭
    What scary stories @Lynne. I'm glad my parents were never into Halloween as when I was young I used to have nightmares if I watched anything a bit spooky on TV. I still always have very vivid dreams, but never nightmares.
  • nontannontan Posts: 201 ✭✭
    Interesting stories!
    But I don't understand the first one.
    Could someone explain it for me, please?
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