Appalachian Mountain Scary Stories Novels & Stories

He was from the White Bone Pack, and he hadn't been happy about my decision to unite the packs. "We have concerns," he said. "Food supplies are running low. The borders are insecure. And there are reports of strange activity in the eastern mountains." "Strange activity?" I asked. "What do you mean?" "Fires. Sounds. Things moving in the dark." He paused. "Some say they're ghosts. Others say they're monsters. I say they're dangerous." A chill ran down my spine. I looked at Draven. He was sitting beside me, his face unreadable, but his one good eye was sharp, focused.

The moon hung low in the night sky as the wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and the distant, haunting cries of wolves. It was a scary calm, the kind that settled deep into the bones, reminding all who dared to listen that the storm was far from over.

Using the light, she endured the pain in her ankle and limped over. At the same time, she clenched the last bead in her hand tightly. She did not know what was down there. After all, the unknown was often the scariest. She had read some adventurers' autobiographies on the paranormal blogs before. Some had explored ancient tombs, visited the Coffin Mountain in Bactria, and even ventured into mass graves at midnight. All of their experiences were filled with strange rumors. This last remaining bead was the only thing that could give her a sense of security right now.

We started setting up tents and sleeping bags. A little after dark, we began roasting smores, laughing and telling stories. "Okay, I got a good one, the story of the swamp boogey monster." Trent said. "Heard it, it's not scary" Kayla dismissed. "I assure you its a certified scare alright" Trent bragged.

A man stood to address the class, he looked like he had some very important information and his face was making everyone curious, finally he opened his mouth to speak, "Good morning class, I am pleased to announce that our monthly field trip will commence from next week, be sure to tell your parents, we will be visiting the snow mountains this month, were the most dangerous ghost and the best students are kept, although we will not be entering the prison and sectors we will however get to see what life on the snow mountains feels like, remember to bring your ghosts but make sure they don't drift too far, the snow mountains of Greenville is known for its mysterious disapperance of ghost only

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Atticus’ voice took over momentarily and my soul felt lighter knowing that Atticus was feeling closer to himself and me to take over, even if it was for a slight second. Shaking off the surprise, Laker bowed his head and spoke. “Northern Whispers.” * Cedar trees which were more than native and invasive equally to these mountains, scratches as deep as about two to three inches and as long as the truck now sat in front of my face, the little group of us that I counted as my closest pack mates stared at the marks.

White blobs fell from the sky; they covered the leaves, the ground, and the houses. Winter has come. They welcomed the winter with joy. The United States is a country that connects the dimensions of the existence of the Appalachia kingdom with the human world. So the Appalachia kingdom has the same seasons and timekeeping as the United States. Because they have a cold body temperature, the vampires of the Appalachians prefer winter to any other season. The children will welcome winter by gathering in a field and making snowmen, and playing in the snow.

The mountain is called Despair, so why would a man in his right mind climb to the top, where the lost causes live? The mountains are usually cold and dark. The ground is uneven, hard and the path is full of slippery stones. The closed forest covers the man's face with branches and insects. Insects bite you and the branches scratch. Hands, eyes, face, legs, no exposed skin was spared. The animals make strange noises to try to remove the strange man from his territory.

But I can’t exactly ask how much longer it will take because I couldn’t get a word out with the wind in my face, and that’s if Alex and Rita could even hear me. When it feels like I can’t hold on any longer, the tree line breaks revealing a valley nestled between two mountains. Beyond them, on top of a hill obscured by their view, arises smoke. We must be close. When we clear the valley, a world beyond my wildest imagination opens up before me. Upon first glance, it looks like any rural town in deep Appalachia. Only werewolves live here, not people. Crazy. There are a lot of people outside mingling in the open, and at first, I can’t tell if that’s normal or if it’s because we’re approaching.