Evil ST plotting

[alpharaposa]

For a Changeling plot:

I need a bunch of traditional children's stories associated with Halloween, preferably ones with interesting or memorable characters. These need to be stories you'd find in a large collection of short stories and/or fairy tales.

Brian and I will be doing some of our own research, of course, but I thought I'd see what my friends list can come up with. I'd love to find out a bunch of unusual stories that I can use to flummox players.

Comments

Any of these jiggle your ectoplasm?

[aefenglommung.livejournal.com]

Stories:
"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow," by Washington Irving;
"The Tell-Tale Heart," by Edgar Allen Poe;
The Tragicall Historie of Doctor Faustus, by Christopher Marlowe (oh, you said children's stories -- oops);
"The Moddey Dhoo," by Richard Adams;
The Devil and Daniel Webster, by Stephen Vincent Benet (a play, actually);
The Princess and the Goblin, by George MacDonald;
On Stranger Tides, by Tim Powers;
Dracula, by Bram Stoker;
Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley.

Poems:
"Little Orphant Annie" by James Whitcomb Riley (the gobelins'll git ya if ya don't watch out);
"The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes (The moon was a ghostly galleon, riding on cloudy seas).

Campfire Tales and Urban Legends:
"The Hook";
"The Disappearing Hitchhiker."

[zeeth_kyrah]

I seem to recall a story about a woodcutter or forester, someone who lived on the edge of a great forest. One evening on his way home, he found a basket containing nine very large eggs. He picked up the basket and carried it home, placing it in his kitchen, intending to have an egg for breakfast in the morning.

But in the morning, the eggs had hatched into goblins. They were fussy and messy and ugly, but they were fascinated by light - not that they could stand the sun shining in their large and sensitive eyes, or burning their pale and sensitive skin. Soon tiring of their care, the woodsman took up his lantern on a dark night, lit it, and led them into the woods.

When he had led the nine goblins far enough in, he hung the lamp on a branch and turned to go. But it was terribly dark outside the pool of light, and he might be lost despite his years in and around the forest. The light seemed so comforting...

Soon, ten goblins were sitting around the lamp, watching its candle burn.

[stryck.livejournal.com]

I remember that one!