Spooky Halloween Stories

By John Leader

These are an assortment and variety of stories with spicy flavor for your eyes to savor with taste and excitement, strange and weird beyond the supernatural. Gift them and read them to your family and friends. Not only are these stories strange but they will pierce your common sense, you knowledge of evil, and drag you by your feet into the depths called fear and horror. Dare to read them, dare to know them, and dare to believe the weirdness in what you read. Download them and you will know what they mean. Gift them, read them, enjoy them like no one else.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Leader
• Release date: Oct 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370109135

John Leader

John Leader enjoys writing science fiction, his first choice. He writes horror just as well. He works using commercial arts techniques and creates his own book covers. His science fiction stories take on action adventure themes.He reads general and technical magazines and books when he can find good materials.He is a part time martial arts practitioner and is familiar with a variety of defense systems.

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Spooky Halloween Stories

by

John Leader

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2016 John Leader

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These are stories that howl!

Stories that scare!

Stories that dare to tell!

Weirder than Hell! Ha, Ha, Ha…

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Table of Contents

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Brush Magic

Pumpkin Head

Motor Car

Zombie Boy

Razzle Dazzle

Howling Wind

Spitting Bats

Devil Sniper

Demon Gold

Evil Rides A Meteorite

Yellow Shoes

Teardrop Diamonds

About The Author

Brush Magic

It was a dark night, I remember it because it was Halloween and near midnight when my brother and I were within sight of the town’s graveyard. Pete, Stanley, Mike, Vic, and Joseph were standing around. The group had stopped to eat some candy. We had just left my house and the party and I were walking the guys to their houses. Hankinstein, that was my brother Hank, and the guys started calling him Hankinstein that night. As the guys stood talking Hankinstien looked up and pointed to the sky. The bright yellow moon appeared larger than usual and the guys looked up with Hank pointing and to one side of the moon we all saw it.

Did you guys see that? Hankinstein said, his eyes widened and his voice tensed from the excitement.

Stanley and Vic spoke up, Yea, yea, I saw it.

Yea! Me too, repeated Vic, his eyes wide and darting as he looked into the sky and at the moon.

Just as the guys looked into the sky searching for a UFO a dark kind of thing flew over the tree tops and then over our heads.

No! I shrieked.

No, what? Pete said as the stepped closer to me.

"I wasn’t sure I had seen what I saw and didn’t move for several seconds.

Come on, Alex. Tell us what you saw, begged Mike. Was it a zombie? Because if it was, we’d better get the hell out of here. Those zombies are nasty things.

Ok. It was a witch, a flying witch. One on a broom stick like that one in the movie we saw yesterday, I said.

Just then a black like blanked floated over us and the guys heard it. It was a witch’s laugher and then she spoke.

"Are you boys scared of a little old witch like me? She said as her floating broom came down to the ground next to us, her skirt floppy and it flapped on the ground.

Now don’t e scared. I don’t go around hurting people or boys. I like people, she cackled.

I saw she was dressed in black, but her hair was white and gray. She reminded me of my grandma, but she moved with vigor and she held her broom with one resilient hand.

"Do you boys believe in witches? She looked at the guys as she pulled a paint brush from her sack hanging around her neck.

Hell no! shouted Vic. You were hanging from a crane behind the trees.

You’re a smart boy, she guffawed.

Come over here, she pointed to Vic who took several steps closer.

I was not afraid. Vic looked at us as he moved.

This is a magic brush, she showed Vic the brush by raising it near his chest.

Prove it! Vic said rather smarty like.

With one wipe of the brush she made Vic’s mouth disappear. He didn’t talk after that.

Come on, Vic, stop fooling around. I was beginning to wonder about the events.

Then Stanley walked over and pointed at the witch and demanded that she restore Vic’s mouth.

The witch cackled with her mouth wide and again swiped at Stanley’s finger, hand, and arm.

I don’t know how it happened, but Stanley’s finger, hand, and arm disappeared. It was dark and I blinked hard to clear my eyes.

What the hell are we going to do? I said to myself.

Vic stood there without a mouth and Stanley had lost his finger, hand, and arm. The guys stared with faces showing total surprise and they froze not able to move as the witch