Hantu Sadako Novels & Stories

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

“Do you want a head rub?” It was tempting, but Shoru was fine with her master giving her head rubs. So she politely decline by looking around. Yuta was mildly dejected, but he recovered very quickly. “Sorry. I think she still need time to adjust to new people.” Jai apologized. “It’s fine. Sakura and Rita were like that once too.” Yuta said. If Jai remembered correctly, those are the names for the pets. Sakura is that dragonfly while Rita is the baby bird beast that is friends with Ruta.

Her thoughts began to blur, a sign that she was drifting off to sleep. --- Hours later, she woke up with a stomachache. She was starving. Grabbing her phone, she gave in to her masochistic tendencies and checked to see if Tiodor had left any messages. There were only three missed calls from the previous day. Since checking herself in, she hadn’t sent him a single message. She didn’t want to hear from him. He was the most despicable man she had ever met. He didn’t even have loyalty to himself—constantly boasting about how much he hated her aunt, yet now he was sleeping with her. She sighed. This wasn’t going to kill her. So, she got up, put on something decent, and left the house in search of

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.

Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid. Vomit crawls up my throat as I approach the door. When she opens the door in her t-shirt and jeans, I'm hesitant to go in. Huge brown eyes shake with tears, slickly sticking in the creases. Unaffected by the waste, she walks through the dump. This is her Taj Mahal.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

He called him again. "Yes pup". "You said your mother had super natural powers. Do you have too"? He asked the question that was clicking in his mind. "Well we all have. For instance Enzo can cast a spell. Saint, can put someone to sleep. Max can read minds. He knows what’s going on in other people's minds. Zee is a calamative. Like if you are panicking or upset, just look at him and you will feel at ease". He told him.

saka hitsura ko oh. Parang yung pinatay na babae sa balon. Saka kulang na lang may dala akong manika. Ano ba tayo... babagay talaga ang genrang 'to sa horror. Nang tumigil kami sa pinto. Pinagbuksan kami... Grabeh... pinagmamayabang talaga nito ang katayuan niya. Oo na, siya na itong pinalaba ko, pinadryer ko, at pinagplansya ko.