Halloween Countdown-Day 7-Halloween Short Story

Hey guys!

It’s day 7 of the countdown! This was originally supposed to be the last post for the countdown but I decided to add on one more as I really want to make a baking post tomorrow!

Anyway today I will be writing a short, Halloween themed, story. Enjoy!

P.S Don’t forget to leave some Halloween or Autumn themed questions in the comments of this post or on my post Q&A as I will be answering a couple of questions in tomorrow’s post!


It was October the 31st and the four girls were waiting in the porch of the Oakley’s house. 

“Come on mum,” Eliza groaned. “All the good sweets will be gone if we don’t hurry up!” 

Eliza was tall for her age. She had brilliant blue eyes and caramel coloured hair that went all the way down to her waist. The other girls were called Charlotte, Jasmine and Amy. Charlotte had shiny, blonde hair and mocha coloured eyes. Jasmine had black, curly hair and bright emerald eyes that stood out from her dark skin. Amy was small, with chestnut coloured hair cut into a pixie cut and shining, hazel eyes. The four were dressed in identical black dresses with cat ears on their heads and whiskers painted on their faces.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” her mum replied, walking into the porch with a camera in her hand. “Say cheese, girls!” The camera flashed as the girls put on their best smiles and posed. 

“Ok, ok, off you go! Don’t stay out longer than nine o’clock and don’t go to number 36. Oh, and don’t eat too many-“. Eliza’s mums voice faded away as the four girls skipped off down the path and up the road. It was time for trick or treating!

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“I can’t walk,” Charlotte whined, putting her sweet-laden basket on the floor.

“Well we’re finished now! All we have to do is walk home!” Amy replied cheerfully.Jasmine shook her head.

“Nuh-uh! We’re not finished! We’ve still got to go to Rosethorn.” The three girls looked at her in horror.

“Rosethorn?” Eliza asked. “There is no way we’re stepping foot in that place!”

Rosethorn was the old, abandoned house at the edge of the village. It was four storeys and completely untouched. The rooms were full of furniture and ornaments that were worth tons of money. Rumour had it that exactly one hundred years ago a family of 13 had lived there. Mr and Mrs Rosewood, their 10 children and Mrs Rosewood’s mother. Apparently, an old woman had come to their house, on the night of Halloween,  in need of shelter and rest. The Rosewood family were too snobby for their own good and turned her down. They laughed when she shouted ‘I will get you for this’ and shut the door in her face. People said that that women was, in fact, a witch and cursed the family a life of despair and madness. Five years later, on the 31st of October, the family began to, slowly,  go crazy and by the end of the night everyone was dead, including the house staff. Ever since then no one had stepped foot in the house and it’s name had been changed from Rosewood to Rosethorn. There was not a single person in the village who did not believe it was haunted, all though most refused to admit it.

“Come on, girls! We all agreed we’d do something to make this Halloween the most memorable yet. This is the perfect opportunity,” Jasmine insisted. 

“By memorable I did not mean getting myself killed by some crazy ghosts!” Charlotte said, laughing nervously.

“No, Jasmine’s right,” Amy said. “It will be a bit of fun. It’s not actually haunted. If at any point you want to leave, we can go.” Eliza started to nod but Charlotte was not convinced.

“There is no way I am going in to that house,” she said. 

“Please?” The girls begged in unison. Charlotte sighed, deeply.

“Fine, let’s go!”

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The four girls stood at the gates. They loomed in front of them with menacing spiked pillars and barbed wire. 

“Ok, lets go home,” Eliza whimpered.

“No,” Charlotte replied. “You guys have got me here and I’m not leaving now!” She pushed at the gates and, miraculously, they swung open. 

“Someone needs to touch up on their security,”she muttered. 

The girls walked up the long, winding path, the gravel crunching under their feet.

 Eventually they reached the house. They looked up at the stone walls, the towers at each side and the large wooden door in front of them. They all walked up the steps and Eliza’s hand hovered in front of the door. 

“We’ll go on,”Amy said. “Open it.” Eliza pushed, and like the gate, the door swung open with a groan. 

Dust flew all around and into the girls’ faces. They stepped inside and looked around. They were in a large hall with winding staircases leading into the different storeys. The roof was high with paintings of trees and flowers all over it. There was an old table, in the corner of the room, with a musty old notebook and a mirror hanging over it. There was a set of stairs leading down to the old kitchens. 

“Come on then,” Jasmine said. “Let’s explore.”

Charlotte and Amy walked straight over to the table, their footsteps echoing.

Charlotte looked in the cracked mirror and, instead of her own face, she saw a ghostly girl hovering in her place. She turned but no one was there. 

“Amy look! Look in the mirror!” she cried. Amy looked in the mirror and began fixing her hair.

“What are you doing?” Charlotte asked. “Do you not see?”

“See what Lottie?” Amy replied, in wonder.

“The ghost! The ghost!” When Amy still looked confused Charlotte pushed her out of the way.

“Here let me see,” she said and once again she saw the ghostly child hovering in the glass. 

“Look! There!” she said, pointing at the mirror. Amy looked once more but still she saw nothing…

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Meanwhile, Jasmine and Eliza had begun walking up the first flight of stairs. They walked onto the landing and saw about five door with different paintings in between each one. 

“Let’s split up,” Jasmine said. “We each explore a room and meet in the middle.” Eliza nodded and walked into the room on the left.

Inside she found shelves full of old books. In the middle of the room there were four, red armchairs around a wooden table. She walked over to the table and saw a book half open. Closing it, she saw the title ‘Sickness and Symptoms.’ She opened the book on the page that had been open. 

‘Madness,’ she read. ‘Symptoms:Dizziness, confused thinking,hallucinations.’ Her heart started beating faster. The family had obviously known what had been happening to them before they completely turned mad. 

Suddenly, the pages started rippling and a scream echoed around the room. She shut the book with a snap and started to back out of the room but the wind from the half open window started to whip around the room and knocked her to the ground. She heard footsteps behind her and turned but saw nothing. She jumped up once again and tried to run out of the room. She shut the door with a slam and found Jasmine standing in the hall. 

“What happened?” Jasmine asked. “There was nothing other than some creepy ornaments in that room. ”

“I don’t know what that was,” Eliza replied. “There was a book and screams and-let’s move on.” 

The girls decided to go to the second floor instead of exploring the other rooms on floor one. There, they found a door leading into a large meeting room and another door leading into a library and sitting room. They were deeply intrigued in a interesting painting of one of the ten children when they heard a laugh. They swivelled around and saw a pale girl walking up to them, a smile on her face. 

‘That’s me,” she said, laughing. “That’s the picture of me. My mother got it painted for me. Isn’t it beautiful? Isn’t it?” She pushed her ghostly face right in front of them and laughed.

“Go on! Get out! You’re not wanted here! Get out!” The girls ran for their lifes, slamming the door behind them.

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Amy and Charlotte walked into a large room on the third storey. On one end there was a large antique cupboard and in the other there was a large table with twelve chairs around it. There was a window seat on one side with golden curtains hanging around it. Amy walked over to the window seat and looked out into the darkness. The glass smashed and she jumped back. A hand reached through, from the outside, and grabbed the collar of her dress. 

“Why are you here?” A voice screamed. “What do you want?” Amy gasped for air and Charlotte ran over, batting the hand away. 

Amy was released and she fell back.

“What was that?” she asked. Her eyes were wide with fear and her face had gone a sickly green. 

“I don’t know,” Charlotte said. “Let’s get out of here.” They ran to the door but found they were locked in. 

“Oh no!” Amy whined, pulling at the handle. “Someone help. I don’t want to be stuck here forever.” 

“Don’t worry,” Charlotte replied. “Jasmine and Eliza will come soon. They can open the door. Let’s explore the cupboard while we’re waiting.” Amy nodded but she didn’t seem too happy. 

They walked over to the cupboard and opened the doors. Inside, there was a whole bunch of old, musty clothes. 

“Maybe this leads to somewhere,” Amy said. “Like Narnia.” The two girls walked in and pushed the clothes out of the way. They found that the cupboard did lead to something and they kept walking. Suddenly, Amy slipped and fell, screaming into the darkness.

“What the-?” Charlotte cried, but before she could stop walking, she had fallen into the darkness after Amy.

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Jasmine and Eliza were in the strangest of rooms. It was full of portraits of the whole family but there was also a large shelf full of bottles and cups that had all different liquids in them. Eliza picked up a bottle and looked at the red, blood like, substance inside. All of a sudden, the bottle slipped from her grasp and onto the floor. The sticky liquid leaked all over the floor and over to Jasmine’s feet. She looked down at it.

“What is that?” she said, leaping backwards, but she slipped on the liquid and fell. Long, pale hands appeared out of the wall and Eliza watched in horror as Jasmine disappeared into it. 

“Jasmine!”she screamed, but she was already gone. 

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Amy fell into a room full of a unnatural, golden light. 

“Ow!” Charlotte yelped, falling after her. They heard another cry behind them and saw Jasmine fly out through a doorway, and onto the ground.

“Jasmine!” They cried, happy to have finally found one of the others. “What happened? What’s going on? Where’s Eliza?” Jasmine was astounded at the appearance of her friends.

“I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t know where Eliza is,” she stuttered. 

Suddenly, a voice echoed around them.

“You have fifteen minutes to open that box.”

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Eliza started running up the flight of stairs that led to the fourth storey. ‘That’s where Charlotte and Amy must have gone,’she thought. She would find them and then they’d all search for Jasmine. She got up to the landing and saw all the doors to the bedrooms. She looked in each one but they weren’t there. She ran back down the stairs all the way to the ground floor. She saw the stairs leading to the kitchen and gulped. 

“No, no,” she muttered to herself. “They can’t be down there.” But she knew it was her only option, so off she went, down the stairs, not knowing what was waiting for her at the bottom…

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Jasmine, Charlotte and Amy jumped at the voice and looked around.

“Who was that?” Amy asked to the empty room.

“Fifteen minutes,” the voice repeated. “Fifteen minutes or else you die.” The girls shivered and looked to the centre of the room where a small, antique box sat on a pedestal.

“How hard can it be?” Jasmine whispered. “All we have to do is walk over and open it.”

“What if it’s a trick,” Amy said. “What if we’re actually not supposed to open it?” It was too late for ‘what if’s?’, however, as Jasmine had already stepped towards the box.

“Come on,” Charlotte said to Amy. “I don’t want to die here so at least let us try,” Amy gulped and nodded but she felt uneasy.

They walked forward but stopped when Jasmine turned around, an evil glint in her eyes. 

“Step no further,” she said in a low voice. “Step any closer and I will kill you.”

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Eliza reached the bottom and found nothing but a room full of pots and pans and a small wooden table where the servants must have eaten their dinner.

To one side there was a door. She ran to it and pulled it open. She walked out and found a little passage. It dipped and twisted so suddenly she fell a couple of times. 

Eventually she reached a circular door. She opened it and crawled into a small room.

“Hello,” someone shrieked.

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Amy and Charlotte stared at Jasmine.

“Jas,” Charlotte said, backing away. “That’s not funny.” Suddenly Amy laughed.

“Funny, funny. You’re so funny,” she said in a sing song voice. “If she doesn’t kill you I will.” Charlotte realised what was happening but it was too late. She dropped to the floor.

“Go on then, kill me,” she hissed mockingly.

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Eliza swivelled around and saw a handsome, young looking ghost.

“Who are you? Leave me alone,” she shouted.

“Don’t be alarmed ma’am. I am not part of the family. I am just like you,” he said softly.

“Excuse me. I’m sorry but in case you didn’t notice I am not dead,” Eliza replied. He chuckled.

“I know that but you are not the first to explore this house. I was and I did not make it out alive. You are doing well though. I will help you save yourself and your friends if you do one thing for me,” he said.


“Release me from this dreadful house. Let my spirit be free.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“You will see,” he said, mysteriously. “Do you promise?”

“Fine,” she muttered. “Now how are you going to help?”

Follow me. I’ve got a plan.”

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The girls were attacking each other. Jasmine was scraping anything she could get a hold on and Charlotte was trying her very best to kill Amy. 

The voice started   laughing and it echoed the room.

“All you have to do is open the box, girls. You have ten minutes.” None of them even noticed. Amy was cackling to herself and the others were fighting. Suddenly a figure walked through the door and made them all look up.

It was Eliza.

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Five minutes earlier:

Eliza was staring in horror at what the ghost, who’s name was David, had just told her.

“Mr Rosewood’s ghost is making them go crazy? How do we save them?” she said. 

“I’m going to distract him,” David said. “You’re going have to try and get to the box without going crazy or you’re going to have to convince one of them to open the box.” Eliza nodded.

“Ok let’s go.”

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Back to present:

“It’s Eliza!” Amy screamed. “Come join us! We are having so much fun!”

Eliza was shocked at the scene in front of her. Jasmine was bleeding, Charlotte had a black eye and Amy was just sitting there, laughing.

“Girls! What are you doing? We need to get out of here?” Eliza cried. Jasmine laughed.

“Why? Why should we?”

“Please! Think! Why are you hurting each other? You’re best friends.”

“Best friends? What is that?” Amy said. Eliza realised her attempt was useless. There was only one other way. She ran straight for the box. The other girls stopped fighting.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Amy shouted, suddenly angry.

They ran at her, their faces set. She dodged them and ran to the box but it was oh so far away.

“We’ve got you know,” Jasmine shouted, grabbing her wrist.

“Jas,” Eliza said, helplessly. She was crying out of despair and frustration now. “It’s me, Eliza. You’re best friend. Help me get us out of here.” A flash of recognition flickered over Jasmine’s face but she shrugged.

“Don’t know you, don’t care Eliza.” Eliza screamed with frustration and summoned her inner strength. She pushed Jasmine off and kicked out at Amy and Charlotte. She ran to the box and opened it, easily. A golden light caused her to move backwards and suddenly the whole family of ghost swooped in screaming and were sucked towards the box. 

“Never,” the last ghost, Mr Rosewood, screamed. “Never has anyone reached the box. I’m not going in there.” But he too was sucked into the golden light and disappeared. The box shut with a bang.

“Well,” David said, swooping down. “That was exciting.”

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Jasmine, Charlotte and Amy lay on the ground looking dazed.

“What happened?” Amy whispered. “Where did these scrapes come from?” 

“It’s a long story, but now it’s time to free me.” 

Eliza shook her head.

“I need to explain to them first,” Eliza said, still staring at the box. 

“No , you’ll free me,” David said.

“I have to explain.” 

“You free me now Missy or I’ll become your worst nightmare.” His eyes had taken a red glow and he didn’t look so handsome anymore. Eliza lunged for the lid of the box at the same time as David.

“Don’t you dare,” he hissed. “Don’t you dare open that box. I can’t go back with them.” She reached the lid and opened it. The golden light came into the room, once more and David was sucked into it. The girls stared at each other.

“I’ll explain later,” Eliza said. “Please, let’s go home.”

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The girls woke up on the floor of Eliza’s room in their sleeping bags.

“Wow,” Jasmine said. “That was quite an interesting dream.” 

“What did you dream of?” Eliza asked, curiously. 

“A haunted house and ghosts and a box and-“. She paused.

“That sounds exactly like mine,” Amy said. “And there was some ghost called David.

“It was the Rosethorn house,” Charlotte said. “Did we actually go there?” Eliza ran downstairs to where her mum was sitting, eating her breakfast.

“Mum, what time did we come home yesterday and what happened.”

“You came home at nine like I told you to and you went straight to bed, eating your sweets and watched a horror film or something,” her mum replied, looking surprised. Eliza ran back up.

“We got home on time it couldn’t of happened. It was all a dream.”

“But it doesn’t make sense,” Jasmine said.

“We’ll just have to wait for clues,” Amy said, and so they did. They waited for weeks but nothing happened. Eventually they decided it was a dream, after all, none of it made any sense.

But a year later, on the 31st of October, a box was found in the house on the bottom level. A box that screamed every time it was opened…
_________________________________________________________________________________________That was my story! I hope you enjoyed it! Comment down below what you think of it.

Lots of love,



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