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Short Scary Story: The Dead Winds of Halloween Night

Updated on October 17, 2018

A Haunt in the House

It was an old house, maybe even the oldest house in the neighborhood. Someone had moved it there from the city years ago--they had actually uprooted it, loaded it up on a trailer, and dropped it on a new foundation. Now it was home for the Brooks family.

Jeffrey Brooks was sick. He had caught some bug at school and now he had a temperature of 100 degrees. He felt better today; the fever had receded this morning. Now it was Halloween night and his friends and brothers were all out having the time of their lives. It wasn’t fair.

He glanced at the television and saw that Night Gallery was about to start, a show that he wouldn't be allowed to watch once his mom got home.

Jeff got up, went to the front door, and turned on the porch light. A plastic pumpkin loaded with candy rested on a TV tray beside the doorway. His mom had left it there for his oldest brother to pass out candy. He hadn’t returned, so it would be up to Jeff to feed the tiny beggars who would come calling.

He looked out into the lightless street and sighed. The sun had receded and left a chilly autumn twilight. A gentle breeze blew against the aluminum outer door. He went back to the couch.

The show had started. He had missed Rod Serling’s take on whatever painting was being featured tonight. Now a man and a lady were talking to each other. Jeff wondered what his brothers were doing. They were too old to be out begging for candy.

The phone rang in the kitchen.

It was his mom. She would be home a little later than expected, and she wanted an explanation concerning his two absent siblings. He had none. He told her he would be fine (he was almost ten) and that she shouldn’t worry. He hung up the phone.

Stopping at the refrigerator to grab a bottle of Welch's grape juice, he made his way back to the living room. Just as he was about to settle in, the doorbell rang, followed by the sound of four or five elated voices. “Trick or Treat!”

He went to the pumpkin and grabbed a handful of tootsie rolls, suckers and small candy bars. Impatiently waiting on the porch were a little ghost, a vampire with too much makeup and two badly-disguised boys dressed as some strange hybrid wild west cowboy/superhero. Each stood formally with a white pillowcase spread open before them. Jeff dutifully dropped a generous amount of candy into each one.

“How come you aren’t out trick-or-treating?” It was a girl ghost.

“I got the flu, I guess.”

The parents who had been standing at the bottom of the porch steps and within earshot of what he had just said, anxiously moved forward and grabbed their ghost, vampire, and cowboy-batmen. And off to the next house they went.

A half hour passed with a fairly steady stream of visitors. The candy in the pumpkin grew sparse. He decided to turn off the porch light and save the rest for himself. He would eat it tomorrow when he felt a little better.

Just as he was pushing the front door shut, a powerful gust of wind blew against the front of the house. The aluminum door banged until it latched. He had to push hard on the big wooden door to get it shut. As if to punctuate his victory, he threw the bolt, too. The wind blew again, even harder.

From upstairs came a strange noise. Jeff looked at the ceiling and stood still, waiting. The wind subsided, paused, and then blew again. And again came a loud thud from upstairs.

Jeff tried to think what it was that could be making that sound. Had some shingles gotten ripped off the roof, or had a tree limb fallen onto it? The thing was, it didn’t sound like it was coming from way up there; it sounded like it was coming from directly upstairs.

Something moaned on the TV and with a start, he looked at the screen and saw a zombie’s hand tearing up through the topsoil of a fresh grave. A lady screamed as the dead man's head broke the surface. Jeffrey Brooks shuddered.

He told himself to relax. He sat down on the couch to think. His mom would be home soon and his brothers were in for it. He would just curl up in the warm blankets his mom had brought out into the living room for this night.

He would wait for somebody older to come home.

He hoisted his bottle of juice and drank.


His heart jumped in his chest. He was sure the noise had come from upstairs, maybe from one of the bedrooms.

Someone was up there!

He slowly got to his feet and walked the few paces to the bottom of the wooden stairs that led to an upstairs landing. Pausing for a moment, he flicked on the light.


His voice sounded strange in the empty house. The wind again roared outside.

He put his foot on the bottom step and started up. Halfway, he stopped. His heart was pounding in his chest.

The landing at the top of the stairs had a door to the left and a large room off to the right. The door led to his brother Billy’s room, and it was shut.


This time Jeff could feel the stairs shake slightly at the fearful noise. The noise was definitely coming from the right. He raced up the final few steps and reached into the darkness for the light switch. He found it and turned it on.

The large room was really a hallway. It ran parallel to the stairway so that one needed to continue turning right until traveling in the opposite direction they had been going when ascending the stairs.

At the end of the hall was the doorway to his own bedroom. His mother’s bedroom door was opposite. Both doors were open. The hallway was otherwise empty.

Maybe the noise was coming from the roof after all, he thought.

He began to advance down the hall when the doorbell rang. Embracing this chance to be relieved of his mature undertaking, nine year-old Jeff Brooks turned to flee down the stairs and make a thankful connection with humanity again. But as he passed a forgotten wooden hatch to his immediate right, he was stopped dead in his tracks by a low growl, a growl that sounded like no animal he had ever heard of.

It came from inside the attic and was followed by what sounded to the boy like slow, heavy footsteps.

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For whatever reason, the house was built so that the top of the upstairs hallway rested just underneath the roof. The spacious attic was built alongside the hallway and extended away toward one end of the house. The hatch had been cut at some point in time later to provide access to the storage space.

He didn’t run but walked robotically to the landing and then calmly descended the stairs. As he neared the front door he lunged for the door handle and yanked.

It didn’t open.

Whining, he turned the bolt and threw open the door.

“What the hell? Why’d you lock us out?’ His older brother stood there on the porch glowering at him and Jeff could have hugged him.

“Mike. Billy! There’s something in the house. You have to go look!”

His two brothers stared down at him, then looked at each other, and then laughed.

“Little Jeffy, scared of our own spooky old house on Halloween night.”

Billy made like a ghost. “Wooooo!”

Jeff didn’t care. He was too scared to care right now.

“Fine. I’m scared. So now will you go look in the attic? I heard something in there, I swear!”

They brushed him aside as they entered the living room. Mike went and sat on the couch and grabbed a piece of candy out of the pumpkin bowl.

Jeff tugged at Billy’s shirtsleeve. “Please go look.”

“Aw, you baby. There’s nothing in that attic but dust. But if it’ll make you shut up, I’ll go look.”

Billy had always treated Jeff all right in Jeff’s book.

“Let’s go”, Mike said and stood. He grabbed a flashlight out of a desk drawer.

“Wait here”, Billy told him, and the two older boys started up the stairs. They got to the landing when another gust of wind blew, and just as the two were turning the corner and out of Jeff’s sight, he heard the expectant thud from the attic upstairs.

“What is it?” he cried.

He waited a full minute there at the bottom of the stairs, straining to hear his brothers, listening for another noise from the attic. No sound came from upstairs. He walked up the stairs silently and turned to look into the hallway.

Mike and Billy were at the hatch, Billy kneeling and unscrewing the screws holding the plywood in place. Finally, he got the last one out, and Mike grabbed the plywood and slid it to one side.

A putrid odor washed over the three. Billy turned to one side and gulped, trying not to vomit. Jeff was really scared now. Mike was laughing at Billy through the T-shirt he had pulled up from his belly to cover his nose and mouth.

The opening into the attic was about four feet high. It was pitch dark inside. “What died in there?” Mike joked.

Suddenly, a pallid and thin face appeared out of the blackness. Its flesh rotted and it smelled like death itself. It growled softly and backed away from the light, keeping its hateful eyes locked on them as it retreated.

Mike dropped the flashlight and backed away until he hit the opposite wall. Billy turned just in time to see the creature disappear into the dark, and turned a ghostly white himself. Jeff screamed with all his might and ran for the stairs. As he turned the corner he saw the creature dash out of the hole. He heard it hit the wall where Mike was. His oldest brother's scream made the hair on the back of the boy's neck stand on end.


He managed to get to the bottom of the stairs without breaking his neck. He was planning to run out the front door, but his mom was coming in through the side door and into the kitchen.

"What in the world is going on in this house? What's all the screaming for?" She paused to sniff the air. "And what is that awful stink?"

Just then Billy let out a hoarse shout and then it was quiet upstairs. The wind blew and the house shuddered.

His mom was looking down at him with her hands on her hips. She had just worked a long day and was in no mood for games. He did the only thing he could do to get her to listen and act quickly. He bawled.

He tried to tell her what happened but most of it was unintelligible. He had apparently been reduced to an infant again. He was in a state of shock.

She softened her gaze and reached down to give him a hug. "Don't be afraid. Its probably just your brothers having fun with you, Jeffrey Brooks."

The only noise coming from upstairs was the sick moaning of the wind blowing through the attic. His mom grabbed Jeff by the hand and made for the stairs. She gave him a reassuring smile and they went up to the landing together.

"Mom." It was Mike's voice, only it wasn't. It sounded old and ghoulish, and the word was drawn out like some evil incantation. "Mmm-oooo-mmmm."

Outside, the wind bellowed and the power went out in the Brooks residence. Now Jeff could hear both boys calling their mother, and she tried to see them in the dark. She called their names, too. In the end, they found her, and they found Jeff, too, and the family stayed together in their attic forever.



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    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      20 months ago from Detroit

      Thats good stuff there kiddo

    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      6 years ago from Detroit

      Thanks so much, easylearningweb!

    • easylearningweb profile image

      Amelia Griggs 

      6 years ago from U.S.

      This story really kept me reading. Good short story, and a little scary too. I also love the Creepy Trance (dance) mix video in the beginning of this hub. Good job!

    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      6 years ago from Detroit

      Thanks for reading, tillsontitan! I did a little reworking on this story yesterday and added some more media to the hub. It looks a little darker now, I think!

    • tillsontitan profile image

      Mary Craig 

      6 years ago from New York

      I can see this one on the big screen! Can't believe I missed it for this long. This story can be told around campfires for years to come. Very well done!

      Voted all but funny for this one.

    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      8 years ago from Detroit

      Thanks for your kind comment, jonmcclusk. I had a lot of fun writing this one.

    • jonmcclusk profile image

      Jonathan McCloskey 

      8 years ago from Cinnaminson, New Jersey

      Stunning read, the perfect story to read in October and I may revisit this come Halloween night when I'm looking for a nice scare. Well done.

    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      9 years ago from Detroit

      @Jewelz1313 - I'd run the Boston Marathon for Stephen King's money! All kidding aside, I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.

    • Jewelz1313 profile image


      9 years ago from Branson, Missouri

      You just might give Stephen King a run for his money. Keep it up, I'll be following.

    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      9 years ago from Detroit

      Thank you, PADDYBOY60. Writing the story in my head, then trying to describe it as though I were watching it live, or as a movie, is one way I attempt to bring realism to my tales. I'm a glutton when it comes to reading other people's work, and each of those great storytellers left something behind in me. Thanks for taking the time to read my story!

    • PADDYBOY60 profile image


      9 years ago from Centreville Michigan

      I loved this scary story. It was well written, because it kept me reading on. Well done! I wish that I could write as well as you.

    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      9 years ago from Detroit

      Thank you so much for taking the time to read it.

    • miss_jkim profile image


      9 years ago

      Oooo! Don't end it so soon, keep it going and the fear growing! Nicely done.

    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      9 years ago from Detroit

      @epigramman: Ha. I can see it now, Gary Larson and Quentin Tarantino teaming up to make The Far Side Movie. Sounds like gold to me. Thanks for your kind words.

      @Eiddwen: Thank you. I do need to get myself more motivated. Your comments help me to do so. Thank you!

    • Eiddwen profile image


      9 years ago from Wales

      A great hub,very spooky indeed.

      I now look forward to reading many more by you.

      Take care and have a great day.


    • epigramman profile image


      9 years ago

      ...back to revisit a classic and this time around to post this fabulously haunting piece to my Facebook page with a direct link back here - so nice to connect with you once again - and lol lol lol - yes referring to the Sumo wrestlers - I had thought (as a writer) about the size and number and weight of them - lol- before I put them into the trunk - lol - but I approached that particular piece as a surreal/absurd cartoon in the style of Gahan Wilson/The Far Side as directed by Sergio Leone/Quentin Taratino ...... in order to defy logic ....... lake erie time ontario canada 12:17pm

    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      9 years ago from Detroit

      Thanks for reading my story. I've always found old buildings more interesting than new ones. There is a sense that each old house has its own personality, haunted or otherwise.

      I visited both subdomains, yours and Epigramman's. Epi is a master story teller and the rest of us will just have to watch and learn.

      I very much appreciate your time, thanks for stopping by, My Minds Eye53.

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      Maude Keating 

      9 years ago from Tennessee

      We lived in a house over a 100 years old, now it is around 140. It was haunted. Not in the way your story is about, but clearly something extra was in that house with us. It never did us any harm so after a while we just got used to it.

      Very scary story. Epi does write good hubs, check him out and stop by my place if you get the chance.

      voted up.

    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      9 years ago from Detroit

      Thank you! I'm envious of the haunted heritage you have there in the British Isles and I've enjoyed your stories, too. The house I referred to in the story would be about 70-90 years old today. Old for an American house, anyway.

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      Joanne Nicholls 

      9 years ago from Derbyshire U.K

      I really love this...spooky!

    • Jason Marovich profile imageAUTHOR

      Jason F Marovich 

      9 years ago from Detroit

      Thanks epigramman. You are too kind.

    • epigramman profile image


      9 years ago

      ...well, truly a man who has a haunted heart and mind just like the epi-man - lol lol - so nice to meet you my friend and thanks for your royal endorsement of my humble little hubspace - and coming from such a great writer like yourself - it really means a lot!

      This is a fabulous story and so well written and in the horror genre it's all about the payoff line or the twist ending isn't it - and you certainly have done that here - and so brilliantly ..... if you're looking for some more hubbers with this kind of writing style - please check out Clairepeek or Nighthag .......or that guy called epigramman - lol

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