Cerita Horor Real Story Novels & Stories

After his death, his daughter-in-law also died a few days later. Then the whole family happened to. The whole family died, only the daughter that year in 10th grade was crazy. Hearing this man's scary story, Amanda was deeply confused. Never had she heard such a creepy ghost story. "And then how was it?" Amanda's eyes widened as she looked at the man sitting across from her.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

I asked her. “They’re just myths.” Ember told me. I chuckled and walked over to the curtain that we had used to cover up the statue we had, hanging up on the wall. I grabbed the bottom of the curtain and pulled it off, letting it fall on the white tile. I looked at Ember, whose eyes widened when she seen the wolf’s head in front of her. “It’s not a myth.” Amanda told our daughter. “This wolf here was real.” “How is this possible?” Ember asked. “We were told werewolves and vampires aren’t real. This has to be fake!”

"But. . . but. . ." "Seriously, there's no such thing as ghosts, or witches, or witch hunters," Gina raged, reaching her limits of patience. "Those are just make-believe scary stories. Lame ones for that matter and if you're so scared by a story told by a sick, dumb girl then you don't deserve to be in the vampire team." "Okay, sheesh! There's no need to get all snappy," Katie said, stepping forward before she turned to the others. "Come on, guys. Let's get this done with."

Everyone starts talking all at once and the whole room suddenly becomes as noisy as an actual high school class. Mrs. Montemayor starts telling Mrs. Arboleda about a horror movie she watched, Turistas, which revolved around organ harvesting. Another mother is telling another seatmate – “This is true, I swear on my husband’s life” – that a friend of a friend of hers told her that, in San Pedro, Laguna, the lifeless body of a Grade 3 student was discovered. Both the girl’s eyes had been plucked out and there was 30, 000 pesos’ worth of bills stuffed in her mouth. A third stout mother tells her seatmates on either side of her that, in Ibaan, Batangas, a Grade 9 student was taken while she was w

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)