Spooky Stories for Halloween: Recommended Reading
Halloween calls for a celebration of the weird and creepy—an event designed just for us! In honor of this spooky day, we've gathered some of our favorite stories, all ranging from bizarre to spine-chilling, so that you can start the day off (f)right.
FROM SONGS FOR DEAD GIRLS | KRISTY BOWEN
Early on, Zombie Girl loses her appendix. Her tonsils. A handful of baby teeth rattling in her mother's dresser.
Recommended for: Zombies
ANNA MARIA'S GUIDE TO RESURRECTION | SARA SEYFARTH
Shells, stones, claw, hair, spit. Anna Maria could feel them beneath her, buried in a circle under the dead oak in her backyard.
Recommended for: Little Wiccans
CONSTANT WORTH | JON WILLER
Mrs. Worth said she was sorry about the hassle. They should have let us know sooner. They had a poltergeist. It was Arnold Worth's father's grandfather's grandfather, Constant Worth.
Recommended for: Poltergeists
HOW TO DARN A SOCK | JILLIAN KUHLMANN
The needle should be sharper than his tongue. Imagine your hand is a cat creeping under the covers for warmth, fingers whisker-tickling his toes before you strike.
Recommended for: Revenge
HALLOWEEN DADS | RYAN BRADFORD
This night is for us. We put on our masks and become Werewolves, Vampires, Skeletons, Mummies, Serial Killers.
Recommended for: Spooky Transformations
BANGED BY AN ALIEN AGAIN | DELANEY NOLAN
In that year since he'd picked me up from Earth, my alien and I were swoony in love. There are no flowers in space, there are no heart-shaped boxes of chocolate, but you could see the way he adored me.
Recommended for: Aliens
THE SAD DECLINE OF THE SIDESHOW | MARC SHEEHAN
I wasn’t looking for a shrunken aorta, but a dagger-pierced, Cupid-arrowed, sugary-diabetic-coma-inducing, burning-through-the-chest-of-Jesus, carved-into-birch-bark-with-our-names-and-a-plus-sign-equalling-forever heart.
Recommended for: Shrunken Heads
SHEBA | MAGGIE RYAN SANDFORD
When my wife and I separated, we decided to split the dog half-n-half. Lengthwise, so each of us could enjoy at least half his little face, and have only half as much shit to deal with.
Recommended for: Dogs
ADULT DAUGHTERS OF HYBRID MURDERESSES | JAN STINCHCOMB
Mom, all leather skin and cornrowed white hair, has lost her power. She is never without her oxygen tank, always slumped in her wheelchair. She chain-smokes and refuses to eat anything but insects. Nobody is afraid of her now. Her claws lie limp in her lap.
Recommended for: Deadly Mothers
A CLUE | TRACY MUMFORD
I killed Nancy Drew. She had it coming.
Recommended for: Murderous Mysteries