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Issue: 994 | 20th day of Collecting, Y25 |
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Short Stories
 | The Enchanted Amulet Once upon a spooky Neopets Halloween, there lived two very peculiar Petpets.
by chibblers |  | Beneath Bomberry BridgeThursday nights are Gahwaine’s turn to go foraging. Everyone waits impatiently for his return; the Mutant Skeith knows the best places to scrounge up mostly unblemished omelettes and only half- stepped-on jellies.
by purplepeggie |  | Revamping the Cemetery"It was a pleasant afternoon in the Haunted Woods and a Ghost Chia named Specter was resting on a tombstone in the game graveyard when his attention was suddenly drawn by..." Collab with higs_pagodeiro
by dinha_reeves |  | The Haunting of Eliv ThadeThe sky was bleeding orange and purple over the tops of trees as dusk swept across the Haunted Woods on the night of Halloween.
by mitasui |  | A Story No One KnowsHow the Usul twins came to be in the Haunted Woods on the most mischief-filled night of the year rather than enjoying a balmy sunset from their beach-side bookshop half a world away was the result of an unfortunate lack of calendar awareness (it's always summer on Mystery Island!) and a deceptive-but-not-technically-false bit of advertising on the part of the Krawk they hired to sail them across the ocean.
by phadalusfish |  | One Night A YearHave you ever stepped foot into the Haunted Woods on Halloween on a night the moon is full and red?
by surging |  | The Highest BidderNeopians from all over the world were finding their seats at the 23rd Annual Weewoo Auction, put on by The Neopian Times.
by sleepiestkitty |  | A Knight at the Neopian History MuseumIt was an afternoon that Jeran or Lisha was unlikely to ever forget...
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Headlines "Revamping the Cemetery" by dinha_reeves It was a pleasant afternoon in the Haunted Woods and a Ghost Chia named Specter was resting on a tombstone in the game graveyard when his attention was suddenly drawn by the shout of Earl, an approaching Halloween Blumaroo. "It's all wrong! It's all wrong!" shouted the Blumaroo in a clear tone of indignation. "What are you talking about, Earl?" "Well, look at this place, Specter!" Blumaroo pointed, waving his arms at the space around him. "Can't you see that this is wrong?!" "But... what?" Without understanding, Specter looked around. Everything looked as usual, there was nothing different about the place and he couldn't understand what Earl was talking about. "We're in a graveyard, Specter, a CEMETERY!" Ghost Chia put his hand on his chin. "Yeah... and what about it...?" "Can't you see? This place is... nice!" Earl grimaced and then shook his head. "This is a cemetery, it's supposed to be scary and dark, not... nice and pleasant... Look, there are even butterflies here!" Earl sounded indignant at a pink butterfly that was landing on the gravestone behind Specter. Upon hearing this, the Ghost Chia took another look around, now with a different perspective, and realized that this cemetery didn't even look like a cemetery. Apart from the tombstones of the...
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Wintry White "The children were still playing, but there was a moment where the little White got distracted by something she saw through the frosty windows of the orphanage..."
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