Horror Story Lover Pillows

"Rumble. . . rumble. . . the strange noise was getting louder. . ."

'At last Igor finds a body with the appropriate consent form.'

'So, these three little mice are blind and the farmer's wife comes along and cuts off their tails with a carving knife? Who writes this suff, Stephen King?'

"Soy latte for 'Actually Frankenstein is the doctor I don’t have a name.'"

'...and as the farmer invited the cow for dinner she happily said 'Yes!'. Since this day, the cow never has been seen...'

'Don't worry, he's in a good mood today.'

'You complete me.'

Vampire is attacking woman

'Bring me a brain with no baggage!'

"Ok, who's the genius who made Freddy the goalkeeper?"

Vampire Family Photos...

Love at First Sight

"...and what really makes this story scary is the kittens got lost in the woods before flea and tick products were invented."

'He likes to power nap.'

Chiller Theatre

"Why am I always the designated driver?!"

Unfinished painting of a monster in a lake sits beside the lake with no painter in sight

',,, and if anyone knows of a reason why these two should not be married, let them storm this castle with pitchforks and torches or forever hold their peace,'

The witch of the west again showed no water usage for the month.

'Well, now we know why Dracula's been getting all the girls lately.'

"Son, you can't get blood from a turnip!"

"This makes Pamplona seem like child's play."

'This financial report is frightening. Who wrote it, Stephen King?"

Ghost puddle

Halloween Support Group

'There's an imposter among us!'

'I don't know who you are stranger, but if you mess with big Gus you'll be in your coffin by dawn!'

"Frank, I want you to try antidepressants."

Ghost frightens the photo booth.

"I don't care if it's a boy or a girl, as long as it's undead."

Lady vampire putting lipstick on in a mirror with no reflection

"Dad, tell us a scary meteorite story."

Witches at a cauldron.

'Watch out for a very angry witch with a scythe.'

She did only twenty-eight of the thirty-two fouetts in the Black Swan pas de deux . . . or are my eyes deceiving me?