Is this a Japanese legend? or such a convincing story?

I'll tell you a story about this time of year. :)

Once upon a time, there was a pumpkin that lived in the countryside, among many other pumpkins grown by a peasant. Her name was Ernesta, and she was the smallest of all the pumpkins in the garden. For this reason, one day, the peasant picked her up and threw her in the trash, saying, "Little pumpkin, you're no use to me."

Ernesta couldn't believe she was separated from the rest of the pumpkins, and she became so sad and angry that her appearance changed. Scars appeared on her face, and her smile turned into a frightening grimace. From that day on, Ernesta decided to appear every Halloween night to scare the children on the street.

When the peasant realized this, we realized he shouldn't have treated Ernesta that way. Even though she was the smallest, she deserved to be treated like the other pumpkins. But it was too late. Today, Ernesta is on the loose... If you see her around, tell your parents so they can catch her. If she goes back to being around other pumpkins, maybe she'll be nice again. Oh, and never make the same mistake as the peasant!


-Tormented Souls
-Tainted Grail: Conquest
-Sherlock Holmes The Awakened - Premium Edition
-Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines
-In Sound Mind - Deluxe Edition
-DOOM (2016)
-Hollow Knight
-Death's Door Deluxe Edition
-Pinstripe

What type of panels do vampires prefer in their monitors?

Sun screens.

Why are most ghosts in the urgent care?

Boo-boos.

I would like to be in for:
Hollow Knight: Silksong
Sherlock Holmes The Awakened - Premium Edition
DOOM (2016)
Dracula Origin
Hollow Knight
Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines
Costume Quest

The mist rises and thickens as the phantasmal keys roil and dance within the Cauldron. You hear faint sounds of footsteps and haunting laughter. Was that the sound of a coffin's lid creaking? Is it the autumn wind whispering?

On the back wall of the tomb another word slowly appears a letter at a time. B ... l ... i ... n ... k ...

The hairs on the back of your neck rise as a sudden foreboding panic takes over your mind. It screams at you that there is something over your shoulder! You whirl around ...

The angel statues are poised right behind you, their long fangs exposed, their clawed fingers frozen in their reach for you mere inches from your face.

The gates of the Haunted Gogyard squeak as they begin to slowly close and you remember their warning ...
Passage through the Spookster's Story Dimension shall disappear one minute after Midnight,

Giveaway ends in less than 22 hours at 00:01 UTC, 30 October 2025.

fofgot abt the most crucial part.
thank you, bjgamer, for this giveaway! just like with the Speak Like A Pirate one, I like it that one has to be creative to participate. that's great.

also, I'd like to be in for:
- Hollow Knight;
- DOOM (2016);
- Tormented Souls;
- Pumpkin Jack.

I am not a good story teller but I will try my best (I hope I am using the correct tense here). I tried to remember stories I’ve heard in the past and I remembered one or at least some of it.

A young guy have been drinking in a small pub when he saw on the table next to him a beautiful young girl in a white dress – alone. He decided to talk to her. The girl was very friendly and so he offered to buy her a drink – a glass of wine and she agreed. They raised a toast but unfortunately the girl unintentionally spilled some of the wine on her dress. This didn’t affect the mood and they continued their conversation. After they were done the guy offered to walk her home but she refuses. They say goodbye at the end of the street and she leaves but he manages to see the house she enters. On the next day the young guy went back to the same street hoping to see the girl again. When he got close to the house she entered hes horrified to see an obituary of the same girl. Desperate to understand what happened he knocked on the door and he met her parents. He told them about everything that happened last night but the parents told him in tears their daughter have been buried few weeks ago! But the young guy refusing to believe this is true continued to tell them everything he knew about the girl, about her dress and her behavior with details. The parents were so surprised by all this that they decide to unbury their daughter. In the grave they find the girl in the same white dress with red wine stains on it!


I'd like to enter for:
- Death's Door Deluxe Edition
- Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines
- Dracula Origin
- Hollow Knight

Thanks for the cool giveaway bjgamer!

Sorry, don't come here as often as I would like anymore.
Joke number two:
Why are ghosts bad at poker?
They are transparent!

Joke- why the werewolf was eyeing the skeleton? He had a bone to pick!

An unsolved mystery~

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mannenji_Temple

What's a ghost's favorite dessert? I scream!

What do you call a witch who lives at the beach? A sand-witch!

Mwahaha!

What’s it called when a vampire has trouble with his house?

A grave problem.

Thanks! This is getting more and more interesting and... frightening.

Who does a werewolf go trick or treating with?

His cousins What wolf and When wolf.

Thank you for organizing this great giveaway again! Below is my entry into the Spooktober Storyfest, called Sliver. I am entering for the following games, in order of preference, most preferred first:

- Hollow Knight: Silksong
- Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines
- Sherlock Holmes The Awakened - Premium Edition
- Grim Dawn
- Tainted Grail: Conquest
- Creaks Collector's Edition
- Hollow Knight
- Unbound: Worlds Apart
- DOOM (2016)
- Goetia + Goetia 2
- INSIDE
- Zombie Night Terror
- Pinstripe

Sliver

Martine trudged onward through the cobblestone streets, carrying the heavy large mirror. She didn't enjoy lugging the heavy thing but the storekeeper, Mr. Silver, paid her decently to run errands from customers to the shop. She would have preferred going to see the circus in town, but she needed to earn coin first.

Soon she came into view of the storefront. It was a big place, almost like a manor house. 'Mr. Silver's Mirror Repair', the sign read, 'Bargains Galore!'. She knocked and went inside, calling out "Another delivery, Mr. Silver!"

She set the mirror down, leaning it against a wall, and looked at it a moment. It was badly cracked, the glass smashed into many small pieces, but Mr. Silver was an expert and made it his business to take in and repair even seemingly hopeless cases.

As she gazed at the shattered reflection, Mr. Silver came into view behind her, smiling at her through the reflection. "Ah Martine, what have you brought this time? Oh, another foyer mirror, looks like someone threw a rock or something at it. I will see what I can do."

"Why do people bother with such as these, Mr. Silver?" she asked. "They're all so shattered and cracked, why not throw them away?"

"Sentimentality, my dear," the craftsman replied, "Or perhaps they are an essential part of their decor. One person's trash is another one's treasure you know. Whatever their reasons, I am happy to oblige and take their business." He picked up the mirror and started carrying it into his workshop area.

"Well as long as it pays," Martine said with a shrug. She looked around the shop at the various repaired mirrors on display. "I'll just take my coin and go for the day."

She looked around the tables. "Hey, I think you forgot to leave me my payment." But the craftsman had already gone away inside his workshop. She noticed the door was ajar, and hesitated. She had never been allowed inside the workshop area, only in the shop. But needs must - she hesitantly opened the door and entered.

Beyond the door were stairs down, into a cellar area. It was dark and she went back and took a small oil lantern in the shape of a seasonal jack-o-lantern from wall beside the door before continuing. She then crept down gingerly to avoid tripping. Her shoes made soft crunching noises, like stepping on small shards of glass. Must have been from the mirrors he carried to repair, she reasoned. Still, sloppy of Mr. Silver not to clean up.

The downstairs area was large and dimly lit, speckled with boxes and ladders and wooden dividers, but it glittered strangely everywhere in the flickering light of the jack-o-lantern. Martine crept closer and gasped: the walls, and almost every surface, were covered in cracked shards of mirror. Shards in every size and shape and orientation, carefully placed and affixed next to each other, tilted at slight angles. Her distorted reflection stared back at her in pieces, almost like looking into a kaleidoscope.

"You should not have come here girl," came the craftsman's voice, and he emerged from around one of the dividers. "This is my work area."

"Work area?" Martine asked incredulously. "What are all these shards all over?"

"Ah, mementos, fragments of the mirrors I have fixed, a bit of artwork. I find It relaxes me," the craftsman said evasively. He stood behind her and she saw his smiling face reflected in the cracked shards "See, nothing more to it than sentimentality on my part. Well, I will get you your coin, just wait here a moment."

But Martine felt something was wrong. She stared at their reflections in the cracked shards, and then realisation struck: while her reflection was broken into countless pieces, the craftsman's reflection was nearly whole, with only a few tilts and breaks in his form. He had always looked nearly whole, in every broken mirror she had brought to him.

It was impossible, Martine thought. How could a cracked mirror reflect something in its shards without distortion? And then she felt a dawning horror - the mirror couldn't. What she had thought to be the craftsman's normal appearance WAS the distortion. But if her human form was reflected as a broken mess, then what was reflected as unbroken must surely be---

She started to turn around with a queasy feeling. Behind her the craftsman's voice turned cool. "I see you have realised. I can fool a human mind with glamor, but a mirror has no mind to enspell. I suppose it was inevitable that you would find out."

And Martine turned around and beheld the monstrosity - a shattered form of pieces of flesh and bone, its parts joined at all mismatching angles and positions. Nothing so broken could be alive, and yet it was, moving in ways a body should not move, pieces sliding against each other, attaching and separating, like a box of puzzle pieces being shaken, some parts aligning temporatily and then losing cohesion again.

She dared not scream. "Mr. Silver, what-"

"Not Silver, girl. Sliver. A fitting name, don't you think?" the creature said. "Fitting for a master thief too, so I thought of myself many decades ago. But I was too sure of myself. I sought to rob a rich manor, this very place, but I the owner found me and I had to kill him. A nasty business. And when I sought to escape, in my haste I fell and crashed through a mirror, and fell down those stairs you walked. And I suppose the shards must have cut my throat, for it seemed to me I fell and fell, through more and more mirrors, endlessly, until-"

"Until what?" She breathed, trying to make tiny movements to put space between herself and the creature.

"Until I fell all the way to hell itself, girl. But I made a bargain, you see. The devil had plenty to offer, bargains galore he had. He would send me back, and give me the manor for my own, and all I would have to do is occasionally send him someone in my place. A boy or a girl like yourself, someone no-one would miss. A very good deal."

Martine's breathing quickened. "So you left me unpaid intentionally today. You wanted to lure me down here."

"Yes, girl. Surrender yourself. It will be quick, a quick push against those mirrors. Their shards are sharp indeed, you will see."

"I don't think so," Martine retorted. "But why are you like this then, if you made such a good deal?"

"Because the devil cheated!" The creature roared with anger. "He sent me back not as I had been, but as the mirrors had seen me! No life of luxury for me, no manor lord's station in town. But he promised that he would restore me in the end. All I need is to arrange the mirrors so that they see me as I was! And I am so close."

"So the mirrors I brought to repair-" she said. She was nearly at the stairs.

"Yes! Material for my experiments. All these decades - all the mirrors you and your predecessors have brought. For each broken part of my body I must find a shard of mirror, placed just right, so that they would invert what was done to me, so that each part of me broken form is reflected back to where it once belonged."

In the mirrors Martine saw Mr. Silver smile a wry smile, but in the creature itself the motion was as if his skull was split and splintered. Sliver almost preened. "I have arranged every piece, turned and tilted every shard a thousand times. My reflection is nearly perfect. I am so close! It is only a matter of time until it is whole - until I am whole once more."

"How nice, well I wish you the best of luck."

"Ha! You cannot leave girl, you have seen me as I am. And the devil is due another gift."

"Agree to disagree!" And with that Martine sprinted up the stairs, and behind her the creature - Sliver - hissed and moved with a speed faster than should have been possible, its strange sliding parts turning corners in a way a human body could not.

Maybe it is fragile, being broken like that? She wondered and hurled one of the boxes on the shelves at the creature with all her strength, but it only bounced off and Sliver laughed. "Not so easy my dear." Martine swore under her breath and ran, the jack-o-lantern's light swinging wildly as she did, and the creature skittered up the stairs after her.

She emerged onto the shop floor. It was already dusk and she could see the streets were deserted - there would be no city watch, no-one to help her even if she called out. Thinking rapidly, she saw all the display mirrors facing outward onto the street. She had thought it was merely advertising, but now she wondered - if the cracked mirrors had power to make Sliver whole, what would unbroken mirrors do?

As the creature emerged to the shop floor, she quickly grabbed one of the fixed mirrors and turned it to face the creature.

And Sliver did flinch, but only momentarily. "Foolish girl, I work with mirrors all year long. Did you think I would surround myself with them if I were so vulnerable? Yes, seeing myself as I am pains me, it is like the mirror throws shards at me like it did that fateful night decades ago, but I have learned to bear it, to dodge the shards as it were. Familiarity has dulled the pain."

Flinching is good enough for now, Martine thought, and threw away the mirror. She grabbed another repaired one and turned it to face Sliver as she backed towards the entrance of the shop. Again Sliver flinched and grimaced but did not stop, and Martine threw it away in frustration.

Out of options, Martine ran out, Sliver following with a throaty laugh. "No witnesses this time of night girl, no need for me to hide, until I catch you and the devil is satisfied again!"

It was almost pitch black outside, a cloudy moonless night with no city lights in this area. Martine ran, holding the jack-o-lantern to light her way. Ahead she saw the circus grounds, and suddenly she realised what she must do. She ran towards one particular tent, relieved to find its entrance was unbarred. She ran inside, and was elated at what she found. This must be it! She quickly found a position and shuttered the lantern, leaving the tent fully in darkness.

She heard Sliver's voice from outside. "You won't escape, girl. I've dealt with other troublemakers over the decades. I know how to deal with you too." The creature crept inside the tent. "Where are you girl... just surrender... you will not keep me from being whole!"

Martine held her breath, hearing Sliver ever closer to her. And then, at the last moment, she suddenly unshuttered the jack-o-lantern and held it aloft.

The lantern flared at the sudden influx of air. It illuminated the grotesque form of Sliver, rearing up to strike at Martine. And all around, it revealed what the tent was full of.

Mirrors. But not straight reflecting mirrors. Funhouse mirrors, bent, curved, concave and convex in every way, facing each other in every direction. Martine's own image was multiplied and elongated in a thousand ways by the funhouse mirrors, the room seemingly full of her doppelgängers, thin and thick, tall and short. But so was Sliver, his broken form now repeated a million times and more, twisted in an infinite number of different ways.

And Sliver howled in horror and agony. He had grown used to one reflection, but not to an infinite variety of further twisted versions. The room was full of mockeries of him, and their pictures tore at him, tore at his mind in ways he had not prepared for. So he howled and roared, and spun, and struck out at the mirrors, and his broken parts slid against each other in an ever more rapid sickening undulation, breaking and attaching in ever more ways. And Martine howled too in terror and crouched down against the floor and held her head as the air became full of slithering body parts and ever more splinters of glass and the air was full of Sliver's screams----

Until there was only darkness and quiet. Martine raised her head and winced, she had pieces of glass stuck in her back and in her face and arms. She raised the jack-o-lantern and looked around. The funhouse mirror room was destroyed, but there was only piles of glass around. There was no trace of Sliver.

"Young lady, what are you doing here? Are you all right?" Came a voice from outside the tent. A man walked in holding a torch. In the torchlight she could see he was dressed as a circus director. "Er, I was..." Martine began.

"You must have sought shelter here in the earthquake, right? We felt it too. Sadly not a safe place to go, miss, as you can see all our fine funhouse mirrors are broken now."

She stared at him in disbelief. An earthquake? "Um... yes, that's what happened. Yes, I was sheltering here."

The director helped her to her feet. Martine continued, "I am sorry for the damage of your circus, mister. I was hoping to visit someday, maybe when the damage is repaired."

"Ah, that may take a little time. You wouldn't know anyone who repairs mirrors do you?"

Martine blanched. "No, I don't know anyone like that. I have to go now I think."

"Well, off you go then miss. But you'll be back eh? Everyone comes back to the circus. I just know it," the director smiled. Martine just smiled nervously and then walked out. She hoped to find an inn somewhere and sleep for a day or two to put all this behind her.

After watching Martine leave, the circus director surveyed the damage again, and mused to himself, "That one was quite a clever girl, one to watch I think. Oh well, at least the other fellow is back where he belongs." He grinned. "I suppose I should go give him a warm welcome and congratulate him again on what a good bargain he made."

And he pointed the torch he carried at the ground and twirled it around him in a quick motion, and the torch painted a circle of flames around him, and his form sank into the ground in the centre of the circle, and then the tent was plunged into darkness once more.

Where do werewolves store all of their Halloween candy?

In a werehouse.