Creepy Japanese Legends Novels & Stories

When Saga opened his mouth, I stopped his again. “Don't tell me yet, Fake Aliando,” I retorted. “Let me get my drink first.” Less than two minutes later, my order arrived. I motioned Saga to continue. “Don't forget to use a small voice,” I reminded. “I was afraid someone would hear.” Even though the cafe's closest visitors are a few seats away from us, I still cannot take the risk. I do not want to end up in the Indonesian Vampire Court. “OK,” Saga continued. He spoke in whispers, as a result, I had to lean over and listen carefully. “Legend says, hundreds of years ago, there lived a girl in a village. She was very beautiful, but was shunned because she had been raped by her own father.”

He came back to the counter with two glasses of what looked like very dark beer, except for this one was dark greenish. "Well, I think we did see one ghost," Domi said, slightly panting, "Or at least, she did." She gave the details to the bartender, like the person that just tells a scary story, but she was surprised when he answered. "There's a legend through the mirrors that says that he's kind of grim reaper. They say that only people near death can see him. The legend says that he comes to get the lost souls the earth rippers can't pick, so that's the people who die in their sleep.

Tengu Tengu (天狗, Tengu?) is a creature in Japanese legend. One of the mountain watchmen Kami, or yōkai closely related to eagles or crows. His attire is similar to that of the yamabushi priests who forged themselves in forests and mountains. Tengu have a long nose, red face, have a pair of wings, and very long fingernails and toenails. Tengu can fly freely in the sky while carrying a staff called a kongōzue, a large sword (tachi), and a leaf-shaped fan (hauchiwa). His work hinders people who want to study Buddhism.[1] His other name is Gehō-sama (外法様, magic lord?). In Japanese there is the expression Tengu ni naru which means "very proud of yourself". This expression probably comes from the

” Beth turned her attention back to the journal,cleared her throat and began to read once more. “I could not move.It felt as if I were being held in place by invisible threads of steel.My heart broke,thinking of my precious baby at the mercy of this creature who could not be of this world.The more I struggled to move,the greater her joy was at my predicament.I will never forget her face,or this day,because it was the day when I stared evil itself in the eyes..." .........

A group of Japanese folks ran away frantically while crying loudly. Their voices were so loud that even people at the foot of the mountain could hear them. Meanwhile, because Uncle Drake had withdrawn his imposing aura and his spiritual pressure, the people at the foot of the mountain could feel the pressure on their bodies weakening. In fact, it was already gone. After that, people started climbing up the mountain to check out what exactly was happening in Higurashi Shrine. This resulted in a tragic incident. Before these people even made it through the shrine’s main entrance, they saw a group of demonic spiders with human races rushing out. They couldn’t even react in time before the demon

He looked at his other companions who had their heads down in fear and shame, probably trying to ask them if it was the best decision to tell me what they thought of the man I ordered them to give me informations on. "Jimmy, get these idiots out of my sight, throw each one of them in..." "Sorry Boss...forgive us we will talk faster." They all chorused. "What are you waiting for? Get on with it." I said shifting my weight from one foot to another. "He...We followed him discreetly the night he was seen with the witch of Niagawa, they kept talking about some strange things, from where we hid we could hear them talking about his next change, when it would happen and what he needed for it. It did

I nodded, my heart pounding with curiosity and anxiety. I asked the first thing that came into my mind, "Tell me the full story of the journal." He thought of something then nodded. He clasped his hands on his table and leaned forward to me, then started, "Long ago, when this realm was young and supernatural creatures were just starting to appear, there was a powerful artifact called the journal of Lythian. It was said to hold ancient secrets and knowledge that could give its owner incredible power. Legends told of its ability to control nature, manipulate time, and even summon beings from other worlds and realms.

this was more than serious. “Willow,” he said, voice gravelly but firm. “You’ve been having dreams, haven’t you? Not just dreams.” I nodded. “There’s blood. Screaming. A red moon. And I’m always alone.” He exhaled slowly and sat across from me. “This isn’t the first time it’s happened,” he said. “There’s a legend we’ve guarded for centuries—one that isn’t written down in any book. It’s passed through blood and voice alone.”

"Truly, it has an off-putting feeling. You find yourself growing uneasy the higher you climb." Ben ran both hands through his hair, almost as if he was agitated. "This entire side of the rain forest seems infested with legends and myths. No one wants to talk about them to outsiders, and all of them seem to involve some creature that preys on the lives and blood of the living."

"No, if I wanted to do that, I'd be in Scotland. In the fog... On a boat... on a lake..." Funny jokes. He’s got funny jokes. I roll my eyes at him. "So what myths and legends are you trying to prove, then?" I cross my ankles, staring at my hands as I lean a shoulder against the tree trunk closest to his dig space. "I want to examine the connection between San Francisco Chinese immigrants and lycanthropy. There was a burst of diagnosed Clinical Lycanthropy in the Chinatown population around the time stories about the Jiangshi, a more powerful undead creature than vampires, might have stirred lycanthropic behaviors among ethnic Chinese immigrants. I also want to learn if something distantly re