Folk Tales Scary Novels & Stories

He utter with a frightening face. "You should learn how to control your eating habits in terms of like this. Aurora added noticing how hungry he was that his stomach began to rumbling. "Who's ready for a scary folktales? Scarlett ask as everyone raise up their hands. "Okay... Okay... Okay! Not so fast, so here it goes. "I will be starting with the tales of a " four friends" once upon a time, there was this four friends who school in a boarding school. The first friend where so obsessed in finding out something he saw at the school earlier so he woke his four friends up as they follow him to the place. Out of curiosity, he touch the status which he was so obsessed and suspicious at because th

** My hands were firm on the steering wheel as Mikael and I journeyed through the darkened road. It had been one hour of us in the car, the city turning into country and the road transitioning into dirt and moist earth beneath my car's wheels. We kept conversation minimal the first hour because we were both nervous. Mikael, however, was more anxious than I was. He had never been to the Bayou of the Shunned, but like everyone else, had heard tales about the cursed swamp and the witch that ruled over it as its Supreme Sorceress. Sajida was the bedtime story mambos and houngans told their kids about to keep them in line; in the black community, Sajida was "that" woman that the children of voodo

She did a funny take on almost everything. "Children! Today..." She said in a dramatic, funny tone imitating old nana, "We are going to talk about the bloodthirsty beasts, the werewolves." A few kids gave out scared gasps. "Are they really real?" A five-year-old boy asked in fear. "Oh, yes. They are! And if you aren't a good boy and trouble mama's handmaid too much, a werewolf will be sent to steal you into the deep dark forest at night."

A meaningful smile sprouted on his mouth as if he had succeeded in his plan, trapping the students in the net of his storytelling skill. "None." He snickered, "well, that's shocking. How come none of you knows about her? Well, everyone knows about her in the highlands of Scotland. Everyone's scared of the name, Baobhan." His voice grimed as he proceeded further. "Mothers are terrified of their crying child when they don't sleep at night. Sleep kid, Baobhan will come and take you away to her favorite spot amidst the darkest wood and will suck on your blood. They would say." The crowd gasped in collaboration, everyone seemed to be impressed by the story, and fully hooked, as their faces sugges

I wanted to know everything "You won't only meet wolves but also faeries, witches, hunters, and Vampires from royal families. There would be nothing to be scared of." I snorted. "Why would I be scared of them? You said they are royal. Just don't let Vampires bite me. " Mere thought of seeing their fangs sent a shiver down my spine. I have heard stories from Jack uncle. They're dangerous and can hypnotize you. "They're far different from the stories Charles has told you. Are you getting me, kiddo?" He asked.

She asked with a grin in his direction. "Better," he laughed. One time he had helped her in arranging the entire library with his magick. She was impressed. "Mama Bora, you look as beautiful as ever. I - I have a favor to ask." When he stopped, she waved her spongy, withered hands at him in a gesture to go on, "We are doing a project about local lore, myths and legends. Do you have any book suggestions on it? Especially something that talks about with nightmares or dreams?" He sounded too vague even to himself, but Mama Bora's eyes became dazed for a second and then clearer as she nodded to herself. "Also one about shapeshifters."

The Bali Girls of course accepted him wholeheartedly afterwards, especially because he and their outside blocker Trish are actually an item now, but, and at Babylee’s own suggestion, he no longer joined their sleepovers. From Mrs. Lapuz, Kate had heard stories about an unspecified hometown as Kate was growing up. During bedtime storytelling, Mrs. Lapuz, who liked going all out, getting into character and changing her voice, told her tales a la Hansel and Gretel, but the grimmer and definitely scarier version because it sounded like it had been lifted from real-life superstition – or what was, in Kate’s own words, “rural legends”, because they retained distinct motifs of countryside animism.

They spent the night watching the stars, feeling a sense of wonder and peace. I saw the fear on the children's faces, and she knew I had to reassure them. "There's no need to be scared," I said. "I just made up that story about the werewolves to tell a good tale. There's no such thing as werewolves. They're just a figment of our imagination." The children looked a little doubtful, but I continued. "And even if there were such things as werewolves, we're safe here, and we're together as a family.

I wasn’t impressed, I was completely mortified but soon felt my self being the last metaphorical domino to fall. “Is the tooth fairy real? Aaaaahahaha!” Jake wiped away the tears that dampened his cheeks. Even though I was chuckling along, I felt myself flush pink. “Well, we cannot say for sure… Fairies are a very mystical breed… I do have a book on them though, I will lend it to you.” Samuel responded proudly. There was a momentary pause in the hullabaloo until it started once again. “There are many things that are real in our worlds… Human’s however are scared of the unknown, and as such, created a history of bedtime stories, tales and horrors…” Samuel mumbled with a mouth full of his brea

As for Jack, he stood some distance away from all of them. Father asked Anne to needle the tip of her index finger and put the dripping blood into a small bowl of water. Father then recited spell after spell, and was greeted by the sect members who repeated the incantation while raising their hands and walking around them. A moment later, Anne felt that her head was hurting terribly. She couldn't help it and screamed out loud. Her eyes began to turn white and blood came out of her nose. Anne looked up and grinned horribly. For a moment Anne's face took on the appearance of a demon, which it wasn't her.