It’s a holiday double post! In honor of Halloween, I’m listing my favorite scary stories. They’re the perfect books to stay in and read on Halloween night if you’re like me and too old to trick or treat (and too distressed by large crowds to brave NYC on Halloween night).
Alright. Let’s do this.
Seriously, has there been anything that has messed childhood up more that the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark books? Alvin Schwartz is responsible for SO MANY nightmares (and Stephen Gammell’s illustrations just made it worse). I was utterly terrified by these books and still couldn’t put them down. I don’t know what it is, but I had to keep reading. And then not sleeping at night.
Also, I’m throwing it out there, but “Harold” is the scariest story in this series. Hands down.
The one that started it all for me. I read this in sixth grade and instantly became obsessed with Poe. It is the ultimate haunted house/family curse/gothic story. Hell, I’m still obsessed with this story and how much it freaked me out.
Yes, as I child, I was obsessed with the movie version with Patrick Stewart and Neve Campbell. Because it’s 90’s TV movie fabulous in the best way. But the book, by Oscar Wilde, is not to be overlooked. I mean, it’s Oscar-freaking-Wilde. He’s the best. I’m convinced, if he ever started haunting me, we would be the best of friends. Or the sassiest of friends. Same thing.
A new book, but still classic. It’s a “ghost hunter falls in love with ghost” story. And that ghost—Anna? She is terrifying. Like, horror film bad. No. Like Japanese horror film bad, because those are the scariest of horror films. And I loved every minute of it. And she runs amok through this story.
Okay, it’s not exactly a creepy book. But zombies scare the crap out of me, so it counts. And this is my favorite zombie book.
Girl living with her brother in a crumbling New England mansion overlooking the sea with a hot stranger living in the guest house who may or may not be the Devil. Yes please. Especially when bad things start happening…
Considering how much of a scaredy cat I am, I love scary stories. And terrible things happening. Just, you know, not to me. Which is why I’m not going out tonight. Bad things happen when I leave my books home.