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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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"One Night A Year" by surging
Some say that what you are afraid of is all in your mind. Others say there is nothing to fear. A few have said the only thing to fear is fear itself. They are all right. A pack of friends were gathering at the edge of the graveyard: Falylk the Ghost Ixi, Joleix the Zombie Aisha, and Muiiks the Transparent Kougra. 364 days a year they are stuck here, unable to go past these four walls. It could get pretty boring sometimes; although there were always new faces it wasn’t enough to keep things interesting. They were the unlucky ones doomed to this monotonous existence. Their monitor, a Wraith Usul named Wiindago, was nearby waiting for the last visitor, a boring Oil Paint Cybunny, to rush away before nightfall. He was right too; it could get scary around these parts for some. Wiindago was lucky; she could go where she wanted, even leave Haunted Woods. The three of them stood eagerly waiting for nightfall. They watched as others crawled up from the ground, out of their caves, or from wherever and more monitors started appearing. “So, ladies, we have a long night ahead. Best get going,” Wiindago rushed up. “You know the rules but I have to say it anyway: one, no straying from the Woods; two, no touching non-Woodsies; three be home before dawn.” They did know the rules, but...
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