Creepy Japanese Urban Legends Novelas e Histórias

The woman handed Miyuki the paper with the address back, looked at the basket, then back at her and thought a bit, sliding glasses off her eyes, letting them hang loosely on the brown thong again. - I can agree to it, but...- the old woman began, looking at her with concern.- My dear, do you really have to go there? This is a really dangerous place. As a little girl, I heard legends that vampires lived there, or even the devil himself. The elders warned us not to venture there under any circumstances.- she continued.- I don't want to make you sad, but if your loved one is really there, then is probably already dead, and if that's true, you won't do anything for this person, you can only put

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

But the pain didn’t exist there, moreover her hands were placed at the center of her chest between her heart and mana core. Her body started to transform, turning into an inhuman monster that was described by rumors as the “Mist Creeper” a being that could not be defeated with just blade and magic. The Mist Creeper was notorious for devouring adventurers and removing their sanity. But it was supposedly only rumors told by adventurers to look better or to give themselves something to boast about, up until they saw the real thing. Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu.

“You remember my girlfriend, Akira Basilio.” “They know who I am.” Akira grinned before waving a hand towards the tombstones. “Hello.” The burnt candle wicks crackled and it made the flames dance for a second, almost as if Nanang and Papang were actually present there responding to their gestures. All Soul’s Day pulled emotion and symbolism from anyone who has lost someone, but Akira knew better. She knew that flames dancing was just the wind, weird images in the mirror were just lighting tricks, and sleep paralysis demons who watch people in their sleep were just products of an overactive imagination.

The girl whispered with a sad smile. But Yukiya shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, I need to….be there," she whispered with a soft smile and jumped up high. She threw a small enchanted paper crane. It blew up into a huge crane under her and stared flying up. Yukiya skillfully jumped on it and flew into this town. The roads were filled with people running in panic. Corpses filled the roads but the people did not bother. They stamped on them and ran for their lives. There were also weird blood stains all over the sides of the buildings. Obviously some big creature was wounded.

“Nope. Not a clue. Anyway, where does it show up?” Darion thought for a while. “Not a clue either. But the warning says after Takenoko and the road between Takenoko and the capital.” “Why does it have to appear nearby?” Jai looked away with a roll of eyes. He then started walking again. “It has annoying ability for new travellers like us.” Darrion followed beside him. “Well. It lives in this forest after all… It was some kind of, umm, I read it’s almost the same as spirits, or ghosts, as you put it. Because they can also disappear and reappear anywhere, IF they want.”

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

She scratched her temple, yawning as she browsed through the results. One website had this preview, ‘Vampires are on the rise, and the Government is threatened. Suicides and whatnots are only a cover story for the threats posed by these creatures of the night,” which not only intrigued Zheira but also made her heart pound for an unknown reason.

The nagging sense of dread only deepened after that night. Every shadow felt too close, every sound too loud. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was always watching me. My sleepless nights turned into restless days, and as the city outside continued its usual bustle, I delved into an entirely different world. Late nights at the library, dim-lit corners of obscure websites, anywhere I could find whispers of the things lurking beneath the surface, I wanted to be sure that I was not losing my mind. Most of it felt like nonsense, ancient folklore and children’s tales. But the more I read, the more these so-called legends started to feel… uncomfortably familiar. Beings who liv