In 1868 an innocent girl was sent away and put to death for witchcraft. Her mother, the true Witch of Willow Branch, swore revenge upon the entire town. Grandma Bertie warned Gus and Molly of the Legend and they discover that someone has resurrected the witch's curse and the town of Willow Branch is about to pay for its past. In order to save their mother from certain death, Gus and Molly find themselves in the middle of Willow Branch's greatest unsolved mystery as they come face-to-face with their worst nightmare while they search for a way to forever end the Curse of the Jack O' Lantern.

Who lit the first jack-o'-lantern? What creature of the night must return to his grave by dawn? And why do we holler "Trick or treat"? J is for Jack-O'-Lantern: A Halloween Alphabet invites you to come along on this A-Z adventure and celebration of all things that "go bump in the night." Poetry and prose combine to entertain and educate. H is for Haunted House A haunted house; you better beware. Only enter if you dare. Monsters lurking, looking mean-- Just can't wait to make you scream! Classic autumn games, jokes, and recipes (including gooey deviled egg eyeballs!) help round out the Halloween festivities. Atmospheric artwork blends just enough fun with fright to provide the perfect backdrop. One of Denise Brennan-Nelson's favorite Halloween memories is of her daughters wearing homemade skunk costumes, since the girls are "Mommy's little stinkers." Her other books include Willow and Buzzy the bumblebee. When she's not visiting schools to speak to schoolchildren and teachers, Denise is at home in Howell, Michigan. Born in Hong Kong, Donald Wu grew up in the San Francisco Bay area. He studied illustration at the California College of the Arts. Donald's current focus is in children's book illustration, but he also has experience with portraiture and editorial artwork. He lives in the San Francisco Bay area.

Making a jack-o'-lantern takes a lot of work and imagination. Join a boy and his mother as they search for the perfect pumpkin to make their jack-o'-lantern. This Ready Readers title targets alphabetic principle and encourages phonemic awareness. Paired to the nonfiction title Holiday Symbols.

Who knew pumpkins could do that? Cary Redmond encounters a lot of unusual things in her life as a magical Protector. A cursed Jack-O’-Lantern, however, is new. But since the creepy pumpkin is in her best friend’s place of business, Cary is quick to help. The only problem is she has no idea how to stop a curse. Or a pumpkin. Or, really anything. Getting between bad guys and good guys…she does that all day long. Stopping a deadly pumpkin come to life…not so much. But Cary is up for the challenge. At least, she hopes so. Because if she’s not, it could cost her her best friend’s life. Keywords: urban fantasy; urban fantasy series; paranormal fantasy; shapeshifter fantasy; contemporary fantasy; dark fantasy; urban fantasy short story series; magic and mayhem; vampires and shifters; witches and wizards; fairies and legends

In the town of Maplewood, Halloween brings the Pumpkin carving contest. Lara, a determined carver, and her friend Eddie craft a spooky pumpkin. As they explore the town's festivities, they stumble upon a cursed pumpkin. Ignoring the warnings, they use it for Lara's contest entry. But as celebrations unfold, the pumpkin transforms into a monster, threatening the town.

Halloween adventures in the pumpkin patch.

“Trick-or-treat!" Jenny shouted, her voice echoing through the crisp autumn night. The words hung in the air, carried by a gust of wind that rustled the dead leaves at her feet. Dressed as a witch, she stood alongside her friends, Dan, Connie, and Rhonda, who were costumed as a werewolf, a clown, and a ghost, respectively. Halloween was their favorite holiday of the year, and they couldn't wait to fill their pillowcases with candy. As they walked down Maple Street, their laughter and excited chatter filled the air, mingling with the distant screams of other trick-or-treaters and the occasional howl of a dog. The full moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that seemed to reach out like grasping fingers. Jenny shivered, pulling her witch's cloak tighter around her shoulders. "Is it just me, or is it colder than usual tonight?" she asked, her breath forming small clouds in front of her face. Dan, his werewolf mask pushed up on top of his head, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's weird. The weather report said it was supposed to be mild tonight." As they continued down the street, the houses began to change. The cheerful decorations and welcoming porch lights gave way to darkened windows and overgrown lawns. The group found themselves in a part of town they'd never explored before, where the streetlights flickered ominously and the air seemed thick with an unseen presence. "Guys, maybe we should head back," Rhonda suggested, her ghost costume billowing around her in the strengthening wind. "This doesn't feel right." Connie, usually the bravest of the group, hesitated. Her clown makeup, once cheerful, now seemed grotesque in the eerie light. "Come on, just one more house. Look at that one over there – it's got to have the best candy." She pointed to a house at the end of the street. It was a large, Victorian-style building with a peculiar aura about it. The structure loomed against the night sky, its weathered siding and peeling paint a testament to years of neglect. Gnarled trees flanked the property, their bare branches scraping against the upper windows like bony fingers.