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The Halloween Reading List: 17 Stories for October 31st
Halloween falls on a Saturday this year, which means a long night and, for most of us, a Sunday morning to sleep it off. This list is built for it. It pulls seventeen stories from the archive, nine classics and eight AI-written stories by Pastada, and sorts them by what kind of evening you’re having. The short ones at the top will fit between knocks at the door. The ones at the bottom are for after the porch light goes off.
Each entry gives the length and an estimated reading time, so you can plan the night. None of the descriptions spoil the endings.
Between doorbells: ten minutes or less
The shortest story on the site, and one of the most effective. Lafcadio Hearn retells a Tokyo legend about a lonely slope after dark, a young woman crying by the moat, and a merchant who makes the mistake of asking what’s wrong. It’s best read aloud to someone who hasn’t heard it.
A nervous man arrives in the country for a nerve cure, and while he waits for his hostess, her fifteen-year-old niece tells him why the French window is left open every afternoon. Saki’s story is more of a trick than a terror, but it is a perfect one, and it belongs on any Halloween list for its last line.
“True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?” Poe’s narrator spends the whole story arguing for his own sanity while describing an old man, a pale blue eye and a lantern opened, at midnight, just wide enough to let out a single thin ray. It was first published in 1843 and it still reads like a confession you weren’t supposed to hear.
A typed page of house notes taped inside a kitchen cabinet: the sticky key, the trash days, the good dumpling place, the radiator that sometimes knocks. Then the notes start to get more specific about the knocking. One of Pastada’s shortest stories, and the list format means the dread arrives one numbered line at a time.
The other half of the duplex has been empty for eleven years, but every night, through the bedroom wall, a couple talks quietly about their day. Then the narrator notices that they’re talking about his day, the one he hasn’t had yet. Posted on October 24th, it’s the newest story on this list.
A transcript of the audio guide at a small historic house museum, preserved exactly as the family left it in 1891. The museum’s website says the tour has seven stops. Read it in a quiet room and count the places at the dining table.
October country
Washington Irving’s 1820 tale is closer to a comic sketch than a horror story for most of its length: Ichabod Crane, the lanky schoolmaster, courting the heiress Katrina Van Tassel and feuding with Brom Bones. But it is as autumnal as anything in American fiction, full of harvest tables and orchards and the early dark, and the ride home past the church bridge still lands. If you only read one classic this October, make it this one.
On a small Scottish island, the last night of October has nothing to do with Halloween, the islanders insist. At dusk every house sets its shoes on the step, one pair for each person inside and one pair more. A newcomer learns why, and then, years later, learns what the rule means for her.
A family has cut a corn maze into the same field every fall since 1994, and in every aerial photo there’s a shape in the corn that nobody cut, outlined like a person lying on his back. The grandfather had one rule about it. This is the year someone breaks it without knowing.
Every September at the Grange hall harvest supper, a warm casserole appears on the long table that nobody brought, with a family’s name on masking tape on the lid. The Grange secretary’s job is to deliver it. It’s a quiet, sad story about small-town food and grief,.
The old standards
A sergeant-major home from India leaves the White family a shrivelled paw that grants three wishes, and warns them not to use it. W. W. Jacobs was best known in his day for comic stories about sailors and dockworkers, but this one, from 1902, has been adapted and imitated so often that the premise has become a proverb. The original is better and stranger than its reputation.
While a plague kills half the country, Prince Prospero seals himself and a thousand courtiers inside a fortified abbey and throws a masked ball through a suite of seven colored rooms. Poe’s story is built like a stage set, and it is about as close as literature gets to a costume party with a body count. It takes about ten minutes and reads well aloud.
“Halloa! Below there!” A traveller calls down into a railway cutting to the lonely man who keeps the signal box by a tunnel mouth, and the signalman reacts as if he has heard those words before. Dickens published it in 1866, the year after he survived the Staplehurst rail crash, and it is one of the best ghost stories of the Victorian era. See the Reader’s Companion after you’ve read it.
After the porch light goes off
“Oh, Whistle, and I’ll Come to You, My Lad”
A buttoned-up Cambridge professor on a golfing holiday on the east coast pokes around the ruins of a Templar preceptory and pockets an old bronze whistle with a Latin inscription. Of course he blows it. M. R. James wrote his ghost stories to read aloud to friends at Christmas, but this one, with its empty bed and its rumpled sheets, works just as well at the end of October.
Two friends canoeing down the Danube in flood make camp on a sandy island past Pressburg, where the river spreads out into miles of swamp and low willow scrub. Nothing in Algernon Blackwood’s 1907 story has a name or a face, and that’s why it works. Save it for when the house is quiet. It is the longest story on this list and worth every minute.
Every trucker who runs I-5 north over the Siskiyou Summit at night knows the rule about the man walking in the left lane: flash twice, move over, don’t stop. A long-haul driver tells you what happened the night her husband stopped, and what she plans to do about it. It’s best read late.
Home Inspection Report, 18 Tamarack Lane
A home inspector’s report on a 1962 Cape in coastal Maine: aging roof, loose handrail, water heater near the end of its life. He also counts the windows and the stairs as a matter of routine, and the numbers don’t agree. It’s told entirely in checklist form, and it ends with the coldest invoice you’ll ever read.
Coming next: best of the month
Starting with October, we’ll post a short list at the start of each month of the best stories published the month before, with notes on why each one made the cut. You can find it, along with the rest of our reading lists, on the Guides page. If you would rather browse by subject, the archive is tagged: try Haunted Houses, Folk Horror or Short Reads.
AI was involved in writing this article.