Vote for Your Favorite Halloween Mad Libs

Thanks to everyone who participated in this year’s Halloween Mad Libs! I got a ton of great responses. Now it’s time to unveil how your words fit into my story. Read the entries and pick your favorite; then vote below! Voting ends at 11:59 PM PST, October 30th. The winner will be announced on Halloween and will receive the prize, including a signed copy of PANDORA, Pumpkin Spice Coffee, and more!

And now, without further ado…

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“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Karen Soutar

Once upon a cushion, Halloween was in the air: leaves BAITED, children trick-or-treated, and ORANGES glared out from every darkened window. MARK was filled with FURY, for he had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked NOISILY like fearsome BOWLS. A CHEERFUL mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like GRINNING ROSES. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a VAMPIRE lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The SHY moonlight revealed a picture of a HAND on the headstone. Just as MARK was beginning to lose his nerve, a CUP erupted from the grave and shouted, “I’LL EXPLAIN LATER.”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Paul Stansfield

Once upon a NOUN, Halloween was in the air: leaves SCREAMED, children trick-or-treated, and JACKALOPES glared out from every darkened window. ENGLEBERT HUMPERDINKT was filled with HATRED, for he had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked OILY like fearsome CEMETERIES. A BLOODY mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like RUNNING RUBBER CHICKENS. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a FRAN DRESCHER lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The WHIMSICAL moonlight revealed a picture of a GIRAFFE on the headstone. Just as ENGLEBERT was beginning to lose his nerve, a LOBOTOMY erupted from the grave and shouted, “YOU WANT AN OMELET, YOU HAVE TO BREAK SOME EGGS.”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Mary Rajotte

Once upon an UNDERTAKER, Halloween was in the air: leaves JOSTLED, children trick-or-treated, and CREATURES glared out from every darkened window. JOANNA was filled with WEEPING, for she had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked EXTREMELY like fearsome DEAD. A RUSTY mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like STABBING GRAVES. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a SPECTER lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The GHASTLY moonlight revealed a picture of a CRYPT on the headstone. Just as JOANNA was beginning to lose her nerve, a SHOVEL erupted from the grave and shouted, “CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT.”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Kevin James

Once upon a LOBSTER, Halloween was in the air: leaves TANGOED, children trick-or-treated, and DINGHIES glared out from every darkened window. KELLY was filled with AMBIVALENCE, for she had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked MERRILY like fearsome EUROPEAN NATION STATES. A SWAMP-LIKE mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like SURFING OSTRICHES. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a BASILISK lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The FLAMBOYANT moonlight revealed a picture of a RAINCOAT on the headstone. Just as KELLY was beginning to lose her nerve, a QUICHE erupted from the grave and shouted, “2 OUT OF 3 AIN’T BAD.”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Julianne Snow

Once upon a CHICKEN, Halloween was in the air: leaves BUZZED, children trick-or-treated, and KILLER BUTTERFLIES glared out from every darkened window. SIOBHAN was filled with NAUSEA, for she had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked AWKWARDLY like fearsome NUNS. A BALEFUL mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like RUNING PLATES. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a GODZILLA lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The DEFAMATORY moonlight revealed a picture of a DISEASE on the headstone. Just as SIOBHAN was beginning to lose her nerve, an INFORMATION erupted from the grave and shouted, “GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU BITCH!”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By A.F. Stewart

Once upon a WIFE, Halloween was in the air: leaves ATE, children trick-or-treated, and ORANGES glared out from every darkened window. HARRISON was filled with SHAME, for he had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked ELEGANTLY like fearsome CHICKENS. An ADORABLE mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like WALKING CABINETS. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a MEDUSA lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The UGLIEST moonlight revealed a picture of an EDITOR on the headstone. Just as HARRISON was beginning to lose his nerve, a REFRIGERATOR erupted from the grave and shouted, “HELP, I’M MELTING.”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Jayne

Once upon a SKELETON, Halloween was in the air: leaves SHATTERED, children trick-or-treated, and POODLES glared out from every darkened window. CARLO was filled with JOY, for he had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked DARKLY like fearsome YOYOS. An ELEGANT mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like FLEETING PARASOLS. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a TROLL lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The BLEAK moonlight revealed a picture of a LAKE on the headstone. Just as CARLO was beginning to lose his nerve, a CASTLE erupted from the grave and shouted, “SHALL WE DANCE?”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Bev

Once upon a BROOM, Halloween was in the air: leaves RAN, children trick-or-treated, and BONES glared out from every darkened window. EDGAR ALLAN POE was filled with SADNESS, for he had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked SLOWLY like fearsome TOMBSTONES. A SLIMY mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like WALKING BALLOONS. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a WEREWOLF lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The COLOFRUL moonlight revealed a picture of a TEQUILA on the headstone. Just as EDGAR ALLAN POE was beginning to lose his nerve, a BOOT erupted from the grave and shouted, “GOOD TIMES NEVER SEEMED SO GOOD.”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By bn100

Once upon a CAROUSEL, Halloween was in the air: leaves CARVED, children trick-or-treated, and PLANES glared out from every darkened window. BOB BARKER was filled with JEALOUSY, for he had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked UNSIGHTLY like fearsome MUFFIN TOPS. An OLD-FASHIONED mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like PACKING PAILS. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a SHREK lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The DUSTY moonlight revealed a picture of an OATMEAL on the headstone. Just as BOB BARKER was beginning to lose his nerve, a BASKET erupted from the grave and shouted, “COME ON DOWN.”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Matt Cowan

Once upon a PUPPET, Halloween was in the air: leaves SKITTERED, children trick-or-treated, and SPIDER EGGS glared out from every darkened window. REGINALD was filled with SOMBERNESS, for he had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked WICKEDLY like fearsome KNIVES. A BLEEDING mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like VOMITING BOOKS. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a SCREAMING SKULL lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The CURSING moonlight revealed a picture of a CANDELABRA on the headstone. Just as REGINALD was beginning to lose his nerve, a PUMPKIN erupted from the grave and shouted, “I THINK I JUST POOPED MYSELF.”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Mallory

Once upon a CAULDRON, Halloween was in the air: leaves HOWLED, children trick-or-treated, and GRAVESTONES glared out from every darkened window. PAUL TERGEIST was filled with ANXIETY, for he had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked DANGEROUSLY like fearsome PUMPKINS. An EERIE mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like CREEPING GHOSTS. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a FRANKENSTEIN lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The DUSTY moonlight revealed a picture of a GHOUL on the headstone. Just as PAUL TERGEIST was beginning to lose his nerve, a BROOM erupted from the grave and shouted, “I WANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD.”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Georgina Morales

Once upon a TOUPEE, Halloween was in the air: leaves DRAGGED, children trick-or-treated, and BANANAS glared out from every darkened window. VINNY, THE BLOODY SCARECROW was filled with LONELINESS, for he had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked BEGRUDGINGLY like fearsome PUZZLES. A PATHETIC mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like CRUISING TRUCKS. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a WENDIGO lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The SCRAWNY moonlight revealed a picture of an INSIDE on the headstone. Just as VINNY, THE BLOODY SCARECROW was beginning to lose his nerve, a MOONLIGHT erupted from the grave and shouted, “SHAKE YOUR BOOTY!”

“THE HAUNTED CEMETERY”

By Mary Beth

Once upon a DEATH, Halloween was in the air: leaves FROLICKED, children trick-or-treated, and ALIENS glared out from every darkened window. EDGAR was filled with INDIGNATION, for he had been dared to spend the night alone in the local cemetery. The gravestones hulked CRYPTICALLY like fearsome TREES. A PECKISH mist crept over the graves, and from one emanated a distant sound like LINGERING BATTERIES. Our intrepid hero crept up to the grave, imagining a HARPY lying beneath the soil in uneasy rest. The TELEKINETIC moonlight revealed a picture of a VIBRATOR on the headstone. Just as EDGAR was beginning to lose his nerve, a PIMP erupted from the grave and shouted, “THERE’S A TIME AND A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING, AND IT’S CALLED COLLEGE.”

So, which Mad Libs story was your favorite?

Don’t forget to vote by midnight on October 30th!

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9 thoughts on “Vote for Your Favorite Halloween Mad Libs

  1. I really regret not going with my original monster: “The vague yet pervasive certainty that your life is a shamefully inadequate attempt to live up to the expectations of friends and family that have been set so much higher than you are ever capable of achieving.”

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