Looking for a little Halloween fun? Take these writing prompts for each day of the month of October and celebrate your spooky side!
31 Halloween Writing Prompts
An aspiring trumpet player died, but he kept playing as a zombie. Now his lips are falling off.
“How many times do I have to tell you? The black cat does not want to be messed with.”
It’s always worst when the farmers clear the field. Then you can see what’s been wandering through the corn.
The scarier the jack-o-lanterns, the better. They keep the goblins away.
The streetlights flickered outside. We weren’t supposed to look at flickering streetlights. You never knew what you’d see.
Wanted:
Roommate. Amenities: very small space, dead quiet neighbors, roommate won’t steal your food. Must be okay with unusual living conditions, church chimes at dawn, occasional digging nearby, and cemeteries. No dogs.
Absentmindedly doodling is a bad idea. Sometimes you get weird drawings.
Sometimes you get a demon sitting on your kitchen counter who wants something to eat.
The night was completely starless. But there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Where had the stars gone?
A vegetarian woke up as a vampire.
The shrunken heads hanging in the witch’s kitchen had been very quiet all week. Then they suddenly started singing in a language she’d never heard before.
My jack-o-lantern had the worst attitude. Sarcastic little twit.
The tunnel hadn’t been used since the mine closed down. But the sound of laughter could be heard whenever there was a new moon.
The witch rummaged around, bottles clinking, as he searched for the poison he wanted.
The zombie really just needed some extra strong thread. Surely that would keep its leg from falling off. Again.
The ghosts of the twins were the worst. They knew they were dead, so had nothing to lose.
The pumpkins kept getting closer to the house. Every morning they were closer.
“Let’s go up the stairs.”
“The half rotted stairs up to the dark creepy attic?”
“Yeah! Seems like a great idea.”
A curse was not something you wanted to mess with. Which is something we figured out after I dropped the bottle with a curse in it.
A little ghost started to haunt a mouse. That was the only thing it could scare.
The witch’s familiar wasn’t a black cat.
The house was supposed to be haunted. Then why did it look cleaner than a show house?
The spiders had started writing into their webs. The problem was, no one could read ancient Mesopotamian.
She’d been a famous actress before being turned into a vampire. She continued acting, but putting on her own stage make-up was a struggle when she couldn’t see her own reflection.
“I’m just here to cause a little trouble.”
There’s a ghost in my house. It’s started cooking for me. I think my eating habits are being judged by a ghost.
The trees were grabbing at his jacket as he ran. Wait, they weren’t trees. They were actual hands. The trees had hands.
The moon rose high above the woods and all the people around the bonfire looked up, entranced.
All of the werewolves met at Denny’s the morning after the full moon. All of the waitresses knew they’d be there just after dawn.
The statue in the center of town was of a great man. He’d saved them all from a terrible evil. Not that anyone could remember what it was.
S’mores are the best way to bribe demons.
Midnight approached.
Enjoy some Halloween fun and celebrate with some writing prompts while in your favorite costume!