Create Your Own Haunted House

You’re invited to attend a haunting event. Share your haunted house experience. Feel free to express your fears at SlasherMonster Magazine. Oh, there’s also a prize giveaway. Check out the details!

Here’s my contribution:

Riddle Me Boo
A riddle for you
That may keep you up at night;
Think until you’re blue.

What creaks in the dark,
Harbors slithering creatures
And abhorrent pasts?

Makes way for spirits,
But drives the living away.
A haunted house — BOO

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Before we start our new event, congratulations to
!!! Megaeggz !!! 

He won Ali’s Mini-Monster Hama Bead Painting.


Boo! Turn on your proton pack, and don’t cross the streams, because we’re gonna kick the haunted house’s door down! Are you ready? Wait…have you ever been possessed? Don’t worry—you’ll start to like it after a while. Watch out for a poltergeist hiding inside a television. Keep your eyes off the flickering screen. Trust me. They say a little girl somehow, someway, was lured inside the television, but that’s a bunch of silly nonsense. You’ll just go insane. Not too bad. Oh! Stay away from the light.

Wanna play a game? No need to sacrifice your quarters.

Choose 1 out of 4 Darkcade SMM games.

  • Is your house haunted? Tell everyone about your scary experience!

  • Write a frightful story or poem.

  • Suggest a movie about a haunted house.

  • Tell us about a historical haunted house…

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Mumble

“Ya got a big mouth on ya is yer problem, Eddie. How many people ya ate? Ya gotta pace yerself or we’ll get caught. I gotta do somethin’.” Royal, Eddie’s best friend glares at his shack mate, who is moaning at every chew.

Eyelids half closed, Eddie is too preoccupied savoring the last of his ill-gotten meat. There’s nothing like a good summer barbecued shoulder. Granted, it took him a few hours to wrestle it out of his prey who outweighed him by 65 pounds, but he triumphed, making him especially proud of his latest kill.

“I just looove tourist season,” Eddie mumbles, trying to keep in food from spilling out of his mouth.

With pressed lips, Royal saunters off to get his leather sewing kit. As he approaches his friend from behind, he says, “Sorry, buddy; this is fer yer own good.” Royal takes a swing at the back of Eddie’s head with a big sock filled with heavy rubber balls.

With Eddie stunned, he quickly proceeds to sew his friend’s mouth. As he almost finishes, Eddie’s lids flutter open. Eyes looking panicked, Eddie grunts, “Mmmph . . .”

“Oops, I forgot to ask if ya had any last words,” Royal mumbles, feeling a little guilty as he locks the stitches.