Lightning cracks against the maelstrom of a Neptune-like sky, illuminating the hideous figure of Frankenstein’s monster. Scorned by humankind as a science experiment gone horrifically awry, we’ve found a stormy home planet for Frank Jr. on HAT-P-11b, 122 light-years away.

Was that chill on the back of your neck the brush of a bat’s wings, or Dracula himself, hunting you through the night? Don’t look over your shoulder; we’ve found a planet with a red sky for Dracula to drink the blood of his unlucky victims.

The night comes alive as the clouds part to reveal the full moon, and half-human lips release an unearthly howl. Werewolves could roam free on TRAPPIST-1b, a planet illuminated by the light of six full "moons."

A dry, rasping rattle echoes off the cool walls of the tomb, a sound almost human in the solitude of the desert. We’d like to relocate the mummy’s curse to an ancient dusty home on Proxima Centauri b.

When the skeletons rise on Halloween night, their bones clatter as they leave their graves. But we found a place a pile of bones won't mind: a planet metaphorically having its flesh stripped from its bones

Three dead planets shamble through the twisted magnetic fields of their corpse star that exploded eons ago. What better place to put a horde of zombies than the pulsar planets, each named after an undead creature?