Boogeyman Stories Novels & Stories

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

However, it looked as though the Baku was operating separately from his physical body, as it twitched now and then. Braxton remembered a story his mother used to tell him about the Baku. They were mythical creatures who entered your sleep and ate your bad dreams. She always told him that if he woke up during the night from a nightmare, he was to chant "Baku-san come eat my dream" three times, and a Baku would appear to gobble up his nightmares. It scared the shit out of him as a kid, and no matter how bad his dreams got, they were never bad enough to invoke a Baku. As an adult, he'd put his mother's stories in the same category as human fairy tales. To see one up close was terrifying.

It was sold and is currently a computer shop. The End...?. ++++++++++ Female Spirit Story #1: Stolen Shots Hi guys, thanks for accepting me. I want to share a story about something that happened to me a long time ago. I was the type of person who didn’t believe in ghosts. I didn’t scare easily either. And I also thought back then that stories about them were all made up or just figments of people's wild imagination. Also, I thought that they were just created to scare others who will listen to them.

Megan had her mouth opened and fear radiating from her pores. Why would they have to drink vampire blood? *Babayigha ; Boogeyman

“The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.” Uh, so it’s one of those stories. Boogieman tales meant to frighten little kids into submission, and if they rebelled, the lock ness monster will slink out of the lake and gobble them up. Like when did stories like that ever work? And this, lost heirs, wreaks of urban legend. “I must go, much to prepare for the banquet this evening. Be good, children.” She rotates around and hastily exits my room and closes the door behind her with a soft click.

I laugh. "Okay, so now at least I know we are going to a cabin in the middle of nowhere where there may or may not be a Bigfoot living," Claire laughs. "If you believe the people in town. You will believe that there is a Bigfoot. Many of them swore that they had seen a Bigfoot before. However, I know that they must have been drunk and seen a little monkey, or they must have seen a bear and have taken it for Bigfoot. According to the legends, there are also skinwalkers, which you are not to name in front of the local people. Just remember that. Never say that word in front of locals. There might also be a werewolf of two, or as they call it, a dogman," I laugh.

She simply moved, delicate and distant, as though the world she belonged to was no longer this one. I could not tear my eyes away from the sight. Ashwood had never been ordinary. We had grown up hearing stories whispered around fires—stories about the woods and the things that walk when the moon is hidden. Creatures with eyes that glowed in the dark. Footprints that belonged to nothing human. Voices that called your name from places you could not see. We were told about werewolves, shapeshifters, vampires, and skinwalkers. And every story ended the same way. Those beings were gone. Exiled. Driven away long before we were born. We were warned never to go into the woods alone, never to answer

Seeing that she would not give up from siding the night roamer, he decides to tell her a story to compliment her belief. “You know, according to our popular children stories, some believe he is a handsome prince from a far away kingdom made of gold, and enchantment and magic. While others believes he is a demon that haunts evildoers and people of little conscience until they give up their evil ways, or pay for their sins with blood” He narrates, captivating her attention. “Tell me more please?” She pleads with irresistible eyes. “You are in luck, as I am a lover of myth!” he gestures towards a dry piece of log just opposite them.

I hear heavy footsteps as I dart into the hallway, my feet skid across the floor. I have to look; I have to know. I turn my head. And my body collides with the doorway. I am staring at a ghost. A ghost stalking across this cabin, who used to haunt my nightmares. But he looks very much alive and real to me. The rogue who raped my mother, murdered my parents, marked my face, kidnapped me and my sister from all we ever knew, murdered innocent people who got in his way, and put us through days of hell, stands barefoot, dripping mud on the rug near the front door. Bale Fangman is now more animal than man in all ways.

it was him. Austin Kaelen. The boogeyman from pack rumors. And that feeling that feeling...if he was Austin Kaelen... and I was.... Oh, spirits No. It couldn’t possibly be! Mate. The word screamed in my mind, a terrifying, unwanted revelation. I was mated to HIM?? Austin Kaelen? The most feared, most dangerous rogue wolf in living memory? The universe wasn’t just sick, it was completely insane! I stumbled back, my hand flying to my mouth. Bile rose in my throat. This was a nightmare. A complete and utter nightmare.