Boogeyman Stories Novels & Stories

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.

The elders had spoken the sacred words at the last full moon gathering, their aged voices trembling with reverence and fear: Once every hundred years the Black Beast rises from the shadow veil. He comes seeking his eternal mate. Offer him seven pure maidens, and he shall claim only one. The rest will return to their families untouched, their homes blessed with wealth, fertility, and protection for generations. The other girls had listened with flushed cheeks and bright, hungry eyes. I had heard them gossiping by the washing stream only two days past, their voices low and breathy, hands moving dreamily over their own bodies as they spoke.

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

So yeah, he was going to ride the high of her turning to him for protection for a while. “Are we not safe? Are there boogie men around?” she asked,. “Boogie men?” “Bad men. Come to get you. Never fear, I will protect you. Brooks used to get scared of the dark. And of people hiding under his bed and stuff. So I had to check under the bed and in the closet. And behind the curtains. That’s a good hiding place for those boogie men.” Did she mean the bogeyman? “That was scary,” she told him. “I didn’t like having to search for them. I had to be brave for Brooks, though.”

Seth placed a hand against Bogo's neck, drawing back slightly in surprise. "Floridia bewitched me...sent me to lure Dirk to them," Bogo managed to say between labored breaths. The pain was overwhelming, and resisting the vampire's spell was draining both him and his wolf, leaving them weak and on the brink of death. "Please, help us," Bogo implored, desperate for their assistance.

they all flinched, too stunned to speak, their eyes stared at in fear. “Do you know the boogey man?” I asked. They quickly nodded. “Well he is a friend of mine, and guess what, i know him, he helps me get rid of bad people like you, and people who disturb my friends like Lucy, So watch out… and apologize to Lucy if you do nat want to see him on your window tonight,” I whispered while making my voice seem like a horror movie. They quickly turned to Lucy. “We are so sorry Lucy. Please don’t let the boogey man take us, we will never ever touch you, we swear,” they all begged randomly.

One of the most famous ghosts in the southern states of the USA is "Soap Sally". In the 1950s, there was an old lady soap-maker who walked the streets of the mill villages kidnapping children and murdering them to use the fat in their bodies to make soap. There were numerous reports of people having seen her for years after her death. Every time a child went missing, Soap Sally could be seen wandering the streets, carrying her knapsack full of soap. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

“Wh-what! who?“ I asked. “Common baby, talk to us,” Cullian added. “It's the boogie man, from yesterday, he came to take me,” Aurora mumbled. “The boogie man, oh shit! The boogie man,” I remembered, it was from the scary series we watched yesterday evening. “Aurora, I told you he wasn't real, I told you not to think too much about it baby, it's all made up, there's no boogie man,” I tried to convince her.