Appalachian Mountains Scary 소설 & 이야기

But on the bright side I remember exactly where it is, and more importantly I know what I need to do to complete the ritual to save me and Rod from death. The king pulls a leather book with a black spine off a nearby shelf “The dragon is located in the-“ “I know, he’s in the Appalachian mountains” I cut him off. Those mountains are haunted. I have flashbacks of terrible creatures lurking in the dark waiting to lure you to your death. He shows me a book about the dragons I remember when there were hundreds of them, witches have since hunted them practically into extinction. “They are said to be extinct. I haven’t seen one in nearly 350 years. I’ve heard whispers in the wind that he is still a

She dragged her toward the trail that led deep into the mountain. The sky was beginning to darken, and the surrounding forest was becoming a maze of shadows. The wind made the tall branches creak, and the night birds let out shrill cries that echoed like wails. Jennie, who had never believed in ghosts, felt her heart freeze. There, on that isolated mountain, it seemed that anything was possible. Every shadow hid an invisible gaze, every bush seemed ready to swallow her. E What if ghosts do exist...? The thought crossed her mind, and her fear multiplied.

MILES POV When Alpha Luca said it was hidden inside a cave opening, part of me thought he was exaggerating to get out of going. Or perhaps it was something like a cave, but— anyway, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we were all standing outside this massive cave opening, hidden in a tucked-away space in a mountain. We don’t have mountains in the Fisher Brooks pack, and although you can see one in the distance from the Cherry Ridge pack grounds, I have never seen a mountain up close in person. I have to admit, it was both beautiful and intimidating.

I notice that we are not at the Lycan City airfield. “Where are we?” I yawn loudly. “We are at the private airfield of the Red River Pack in the Appalachian mountains. We needed to refuel.” Otto says shortly. “Did you say that we are in the Appalachian Mountains?” I perk up immediately. “Yeah,” Otto says. The witch’s words echo in my mind. Keena is not in the new mountains of North America but the oldest. The Appalachian Mountains are among the oldest mountain ranges in the world. I know that this has to be where Keena is being held.

As soon as I step back out, I mark the entrance with an X and move on. Heading back in the direction we came from, I gasp when I hear the sound of scurrying feet. I’m not the kind of person who is usually scared of bugs or creepy crawlies, but the sound is so loud that I freak out and flatten my back against the wall. When Sahara and Marael kidnapped us last year, they took us to a mountain range in hell, where we saw many horrifying creatures. There were a few that, up to now, I hope I never have to see again. One of the ones that creeped me out the most were these little demonic-looking insects that looked like large centipedes. The sounds emitting around me sound like those creatures. Try

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.

After another hour of wandering through the dark forests, she saw the mountain's path far in the distance, and it looked like a pale, unhealthy brown highland, almost dried in each clearing, and unmistakably sick on either side. "Weird, the mountain looks bloody dead and so eerie." Just like in horror movies where the background music will get you to the edge of your seat and bam! Some silly sounds and you end up screaming. "Dammit, this is like a movie."

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.

Summer, 2008 The Adirondacks, New York “the Dark Zone” One does not navigate through the Appalachian Mountains with ease if he does not belong there, especially in the dead of night. The glow of a single propane lantern is hardly enough to illuminate the darkness while surrounded by the great clusters of tall trees.

I don’t dare trust anyone enough. We drive for hours, the vast luscious green scenery becoming cold and grey as we start to head up into the mountains. I can feel goosebumps scatter across my body and my teeth start to chatter as the temperature plummets in the vehicle. “Here.” The monster reaches his hand out, holding a brown fur cover. My immediate reaction is to flinch away, thinking that this was it…that he was finally going to kill me and dump my body down the steep roadside.