Dear Storyteller: Halloween Stories for Kids

Dylan woke to the smell of Uncle Jonah’s famous pumpkin pancakes. Dylan looked out the window, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. “What is that?!” yelled Dylan, startled by what he saw. Something enormous sat in the field beside Uncle Jonah’s house.

“Yep, it was as I suspected. A ghost ship blew in last night. Now come eat your pancakes and then we will go have a look.”

“I love Halloween!” said Evie, twirling in her beautiful princess costume. “And this year I think we should trick-or-treat down Old Farm Road.” 

“Really? That sounds scary,” said her best friend Oliver, pulling at the neck of his green frog costume. “I heard that a witch lives at the end of Old Farm Road.”

“That’s exactly why I want to go,” said Evie, grabbing Oliver’s hand. “Come on!” 

“This is a rare storm,” said Uncle Jonah. “The closer we get to Halloween, the more the veil between the living and the dead opens up and the ghosts roam about outside their realm. I don’t wonder that something may be blown up from the depths of the sea tonight. I’ve seen it before.”

Luna and Lila were sisters. They didn’t like to wash their faces or comb their hair, and they especially didn’t like to brush their teeth. “You girls should be careful,” warned Mom. “Zombies love dirt, especially near the brains.” The sisters didn’t care if they were dirty and they had never seen a zombie anyway. But that was about to change…

Have you seen the ghost of John?

Long white bones with the skin all gone...

Wouldn't it be chilly with no skin on?

A young person struggles with the way their sibling behaves - is she a monster? Sometimes, it's hard to tell...

Three Halloween limericks - silly, short, and sweet!

Ethan had never been on a hayride and he was a little nervous but also very excited for the spooky adventure.

Tilly loved to imagine, but sometimes she would have a spooky imagining, and that made it hard to fall asleep. 

“Mom? I think there are monsters in my room? What do I do?”

“What a wonderful imagination you have, Tilly,” said her Mom, as Tilly climbed into bed. "When that happens and you feel scared, you can call Aunt Agnes.”

“Call Aunt Agnes?” said Tilly. “Who is Aunt Agnes?”

Alliterative ABCs with kinda creepy themes. Dedicated to Ms. Lewis and her Third Grade class in Okay Oklahoma.