Why it's scary: The Brothers Grimm may have done it first, but they certainly didn't do it best. Carroll's award-winning writing and illustrations are sharply on display in this graphic anthology, which plays with every sense to create a truly immersive and visceral reading experience. There's just enough left up to the reader's imagination for them to incorporate their deepest fears, and each story tugs at a different core memory for anyone who remembers being read or told fairytales as a kid.

It was many and many a year ago,

   In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

   By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

   I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

   My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

   And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

   Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

   In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

   Of those who were older than we—

   Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

   Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

   In her sepulchre there by the sea—

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

This poem was written by Edgar Allan Poe who is a very famous poet.

In this poem two young lovers live in a kingdom by the sea. Their love is so pure that angels become jealous, killing Annabel Lee. Her lover sleeps by her grave every night, since even death is not strong enough to destroy their love.

The central message of "Annabel Lee" is that love can transcend death. Poe introduces this message by describing the deep love between Annabel Lee and the speaker. The speaker claims their love was all-consuming and that this unusual love was a source of envy even for the angels of heaven.

A witch finger cookie is exactly what it sounds like: a short bread cookie dyed green, shaped into a severed finger, and adorned with an almond nail and a bit of blood-red jam. For a little added texture and flavor, I added chopped pistachios. As it turns out, pistachio chunks also make for great witch warts! If you're a nut-free household however, feel free to skip the pistachios and walnuts and use large coconut flakes to make monster fingers instead. You can use cherry, strawberry, or raspberry jam for the blood-colored jam—the choice is yours! 

To get these to come out looking like actual fingers, don’t skip the dough chilling! This is the most crucial step for baking shaped shortbread cookies. Getting the dough freezer-cold means that the butter in the dough will melt slowly in the hot oven, helping the dough keep its shape instead of spreading. Cold dough is also easier to shape and decorate, so you can have perfectly scary cookies with way less effort. 

The ingredients are:

• 1 1/4 c.

  (142 g.) powdered sugar

• 1 c.

  (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened

• 1

  large egg

• 1 tsp.

  almond extract

• 1 tsp.

  pure vanilla extract

• 5 to 6 drops green food coloring

• 2 3/4 c.

  (330 g.) all-purpose flour

• 1 tsp.

  kosher salt

• 1/2 c.

  finely chopped pistachios (about 70 g.), plus more for decorating

• 3/4 c.

  sliced almonds (about 85 g.)

• 1/2 c.

  (135 g.) cherry, strawberry, or raspberry jam

How to prepare it:

1. Step 1In the large bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the whisk attachment (or in a large bowl using an electric mixer) on medium speed, beat powdered sugar and butter until pale and fluffy, about 2 minutes. Add egg and continue to beat until incorporated and fluffy, about 1 minute more. Add almond extract, vanilla extract, and food coloring and beat until combined.

2. Step 2In a small bowl, whisk flour and salt. Add to butter mixture and beat on low speed until just combined. Fold in pistachios. Cover bowl with plastic wrap and refrigerate at least 30 minutes or up to 2 days. 

3. Step 3Line 2 rimmed baking sheets with parchment paper. Remove one-quarter of dough from refrigerator and portion into 12 to 13 (1-tablespoon) balls. Roll each ball between your palms until it starts to form a finger shape, about 3"-by-1/2", or the length of your pinky finger but slightly thinner. Arrange logs on prepared sheet and press an almond slice into each, where the nail would be on a finger. Carefully pinch dough just below almond and halfway down log to create a knuckle. Using a sharp knife, carve horizontal lines of varying lengths into knuckle. Place 1 or 2 pistachio pieces in finger to make warts. Repeat with remaining dough. Freeze 30 minutes.

4. Step 4Preheat oven to 375°. Bake, rotating trays front to back halfway through, until edges are firm and tops of cookies are dry, 7 to 9 minutes, Let cool slightly.

5. Step 5Gently lift off almond fingernail. Add a tiny dab of jam to tip of finger, then replace almond fingernail, pressing down to make jam ooze out. Spread jam onto bottom of each finger. Let cookies cool completely. 

All my ghosts are chasing Why can't I escape them

Hair raised on my neck Careful where you step Cause if I keep going I'm losing my head I need a vacation Or something to sedate them

I hate horror movies Yeah so please don't ask me why I hate horror movies So damn much that I could die I got Freddy Freddy Freddy in my mind This movie's looking too much like my life

I hate horror movies I hate horror movies Shhh I don't want to wake them

I'm hiding under the bed And if you think that you'd be scared of Jason You should meet the monsters in my head Is that blood on the wall Scream down the hall Knees shaking so bad that

I gotta crawl All my ghosts are chasing

Why can't I escape them Hair raised on my neck Careful where you step Cause if I keep going I'm losing my head I need a vacation Or something to sedate them I hate horror movies

Yeah so please don't ask me why I hate horror movies So damn much that I could die I got Freddy Freddy Freddy in my mind

This movie's looking too much like my life I hate horror movies I hate horror movies Horror movies I hate horror movies

Yeah so please don't ask me why I hate horror movies Guess we're too much alike I got Freddy Freddy Freddy in my mind This movie's looking too much like my life I hate horror movies I hate horror movies

This song is from Neoni, this song talks about how Neon hates horror movies and how she got traumatized with them.During the song she talks about many horror movie characters or things that happen in movies.She talks about Jason who is a character of a horror movie and she also talks about Freddy who is also a horror movie character.In this song she talks about all her traumas and that is why we choose this song.We had never listened to it before and don't like the rhythm very much but the lyrics are very interesting

A hiker decided to go on a hike by himself. Something he was not very used to. The whole day was normal. Trees and bushes engulfed his surroundings. He enjoyed being outdoors in the mountains. Nothing seemed strange to him, that was until he was making his way back to his car. He figured an eight hour hike was good enough. The sky was already getting dark and he needed to get back, fast. What was odd was how much he didn’t recognize the trail back. He began to panic.

Night had already taken over and all he had was a flashlight and no clue on how to get back. He knew it was already too late and too dangerous to keep going through the perilous forest. He began to worry that he would have no shelter for the night when almost luckily enough, he stumbled across a broken-down cabin. It was dark, and seemed like no one had visited it in years, but he knew it was the only place where he could rest until daylight, especially since his flashlight was running out of battery. He knocked on the door a few times but no one answered, so he let himself in where strangely enough, a perfect bed fitted for one person awaited him in the center. He knew that if the owner came back he could explain himself, he was sure that the owner wouldn’t mind, or was even probably dead. So he went ahead and got himself comfortable in bed. As he tried to sleep, he couldn’t ignore the collection of paintings around the room; portraits of strange looking people all peering at him, each wearing a smile that sent chills up his spine. Not too long after his  exhaustion from the hike got the best of him and he was able to ignore the faces.

The next morning he got up early and was shocked to see that there were no paintings around the room, but windows…

We choose to talk about this short story because of how creepy it is.We all think that the situation would have been better if he didn't notice there were windows instead of paintings. It must have been really traumatic to first being lost at the woods in the of the night, second sleeping at a creepy cabin where there are ''paintings'' of people staring at you, but the worst thing fore sure was waking up and realizing that the paintings were actually windows. This short story had no images and we got this cabin image from google to represent the cabin where the hiker sleeps.

This great and also very creepy short story was written by

Zoea Maland.