Halloween Stories for Kids

Zombie tag is my favourite game,
I run and hide and call his name,
“Daddy daddy, you won’t get me!”,
Upstairs I run, did he see?

Into my bedroom, close the door,
Hide under my bed, lay on the floor,
Footsteps and growling, he’s getting near,
My door swings open, daddy’s here!

Feet broke and bony, toe nails so long!
This can’t be daddy, where’s daddy gone!
I keep very quiet, the feet walk around,
I keep very quiet, I don’t make a sound.

If this is not daddy, who can it be?
My mother, my brother, a real zombie?
But zombies eat brains, and I like my head,
So I keep very quiet, under my bed…

A moan and a groan, toys fall to the floor,
A bang and a crash, a slam of my door,
I’m locked in my room, I scream and I shout,
“HELP it’s a zombie, get me out!

A hand reaches down, followed by a head,
Bits of its brain fall next to my bed,
He opens his mouth, I let out a scream,
It’s teeth are all yellow, a tongue slimy green.

The zombie is growling, it mumbles and speaks,
“Uuuurrh…. it’s…. brains…. me…. eats….”,
I close my eyes tightly, this game is not fair,
This must be a dream, or a nightmare.

My eyes slowly open, the zombie says “boo!”,
Followed by “uuuurrh, I’ve found you!”,
This game is so scary, but I love to play,
The zombie was daddy, he got me today…

The End

Nanny once told me, “you are what you eat”,
So mummy’s an olive, and daddy’s some meat,
My brother eats everything, he may be a cake,
An apple, macaroni, an ice cream with flake.

He once ate a pumpkin, ’twas just a small bite,
What happened soon after, did give us a fright,
The very next morning I went to his bed,
I couldn’t believe it, he had a pumpkin head!

Now, my brother is funny, he’s sporty and cool,
But how can a pumpkin go into school?
Will anyone believe me, what should I say,
“This is my brother, he’s a pumpkin today”.

I call out for mummy, I call out to dad,
“Come look quickly, his heads really bad!”,
I think we can fix him, I grinned and I said,
“Let’s carve out eyes and a mouth on his head”.

“Don’t be silly!” says daddy, “Quiet!” says mum,
“Your head is a pumpkin, what have you done!”,
My brother sits up, and he jumps out of bed,
Placing a hat on his big orange head.

A hop and a dance, a wiggle and a kick,
A magic spell, with a walking stick!
He waves it and moves, sways side to side,
And this is the magic spell that he cried;

“Pumpkin head, pumpkin head, look at me!
I’ve seeds for a brain, do you want to see?
Today is the best day that’s ever been!
Today is my day, it is Halloweeeeen!”

This was quite scary, where is my brother?
I turned and looked, where was my mother?
Dad’s disappeared too, where had he gone?
A voice downstairs “Breakfast won’t be long!”

I walk slowly down, and what do I see,
Three pumpkin heads, drinking tea!
I glance at the mirror, and to my surprise ,
A pumpkin head with carved out eyes…

The End

Mummies are from Egypt, or so I’ve been told,
They’re wrapped up in linen, and smell very old,
Their fingers are bony, they get buried in a tomb,
But imagine if a mummy, was buried in your room!

Now I don’t want to scare you, so cover your ears,
It’s only in darkness, the mummy appears,
Your room must be messy, with socks on the floor,
Toys out of the toy box, pants by the door.

If you keep your room tidy, she’ll stay away,
She won’t want to visit, she won’t want to play,
Her games are quite scary, she takes things too far,
Like showing you her organs, kept in a jar!

Before mummies are buried, their insides come out,
They get filled with stuffing, and prodded about,
Her favourite games called, “don’t lose your head”,
A brain in a jar, placed next to your bed.

You’ll want to open it, hearing whispers inside,
“Open me… I dare you… there’s no place to hide”,
But no, don’t do it, it’s a big big mistake,
Because it’s your brain, she’s wanting to take.

Imagine your brain, sucked out through your ears,
Then kept in a jar, for 3000 years!
Another games called “the cursed desert hand”,
It’s when everything you touch, turns into sand.

Now this is not nice, if you stroke the cat,
Play with your toys, hold a phone for a chat,
Breakfast, lunch, dinner, your favourite candy,
Everything you eat, will taste very sandy!

Scorpions and snakes, curses and more,
Pyramids and legends, myths and folklore,
But don’t panic, don’t worry, all will be fine,
Just make sure your bedroom, is as clean as mine.

The End

Deep in the forest,
Hidden amongst trees,
Stands an old lady,
With knobbly knees.

She laughs very loud,
She has a strange look,
A sticky out chin,
Above her spell book.

“Abracadabra,
Make me a potion,
My head is itchy,
I need some lotion!”

Inside her cauldron,
A mixture so thick,
The tiniest smell,
Would make you feel sick!

Her spells can go wrong,
And this one was new,
“Hey presto, it worked,
I summoned shampoo!”

She adds to her pot,
what looked like a rope
“Abracadabra,
Deliver me soap!”

Her annual wash,
Was going so swell,
She has what she needs,
To hide a bad smell.

Naked and wrinkly,
Not a single care,
Sat in her cauldron,
washing her hair.

A bubbling pot,
That’s one happy witch,
She lets out a fart:
“Farewell my dear itch!”

The End