Novel & Cerita Headless Horseman Stories

"Okay, calm down kids, I am going to tell you a story of how our revered Master, Lucifer saved our late grandfather's life from perishing in the woods. Are you listening?" "Yes mom." They chorused again, "I can't wait to hear the story again, I love that story and I don't mind being told about it a hundred times! The most beautiful part of the story is that it was grandfather and grandmother that told us what they experienced. I am supposed you know what it means to hear a story from the horse's mouth." Zack smiled and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for his mother to begin the story. "Who wants to hear my story?" Diana announced.

You’re so crazy. We dug through papers, but nothing was important enough. Then I saw the horse. It was heavy, metal, and as I held the horse in my hand, I remembered how Alexander once told me the story of how he got it. Years ago, Alexander traveled to Helsinki for a rodeo held just outside the city. The event brought together wolf families from different countries, all coming to bond, test their strength, and test their skills. There, he met an American family who performed on the road and, like us, were wolves too. Over those few days, a deep friendship began between our pack and theirs. On the last day of his stay in Finland, Alexander lost a bet to one of the Americans.

I saw the smile forming on his lips, so I lay down, my back flat against the ground as I rested my head on Hunt's lap, staring up at him. "I heard of those," I said. Hunt glanced down at me, his long fingers began tracing my eyebrow and then my nose. "My mom used to amuse me with those stories," he continued. "But there was only one sad story from all of those tales." I reached up and grabbed his hand, before placing it against my chest. "Tell me." "It was during the Salem Witch Trials when people didn't know that innocent beings were being persecuted and being put on trial for being werewolves." I found myself being pulled into a different setting as Hunt spoke. So I closed my eyes and list

Dullahan The Dullahan is a monster from Celtic legend, who rides on a black headless horse carrying his head in his hands, The eyes on the face he carries are swarming with spiders and the sweet smile on his face is drawn almost to his ears. and the flesh on its head has the color of stale cheese. When it stops in front of its victim it screams its name and slowly disappears while sucking in the spirit of its victim. If you see this happening then he will whip or throw blood at you, and that means you are next

A desperate screech escaped from her mouth. Yarsi hit the horse on the sides and forced the animal to stand in front of the child. He didn't want her to see his sword cut off her father's head with one blow. Let already dead father, but still... The silver blade easily passed through the skin and cut the cervical vertebrae, the walking corpse stopped, staggered and abruptly sank to the ground. A head with bulging whites of its eyes rolled away on the ground towards the approaching warriors. The horses under the riders neighed lingeringly and tried to break away from their place, those with difficulty managed to keep them. The werewolf waited for a while, watching the dead man. Despite the se

He gave me the creeps. Even when I was young, Bram would try to touch me. His dad always made him leave me alone, but he wouldn't stop. After he killed his dad when I was fifteen, he tried to force me to mate with him. I refused and attempted to run away, but he and his men captured me. He tied me up and tried to force his penis into my mouth. It backfired, though. The one thing that no one knew about me, not even Don, was that I wasn't just a bunny. I'm part witch.

The white horse nodded its head. “oh God, what do you want me to get from dear?”, asked Lt. Jim again. The horse bitten one of the grass near Lt. Jim and chewed it. “you are hungry?”, asked Lt. Jim. The horse nodded its head three times. “why do I need to dive in, you can have all the grass here, I don’t eat them”, exclaimed Lt. Jim. The horse moved its head like it was saying no. “oh wow, okay fine, you are the most demanding mammal I have ever seen”, mumbled Lt. Jim.

The eldest goes into town with his pockets full of money and buys the fastest horse in the state, so he soon makes up for lost time and catches up with the brothers. On the first day, they meet a hungry old woman on the road. Igor with the fastest horse ignored the old woman. Following the horse's advice,Allan stops on his way and offers bread and water to the woman. She thanks him and asks if he can take her to the town. Allan puts the old woman on the horse back and heads towards town. Gawain chooses to follow Igor searching for the firebird. Not long after, Allan catches up with his other brothers. Gawain asked how he come back so fast. Allan told that the old woman was a witch who offere

Granny completed the story for us not minding my presence maybe cause am her in-law or just another way around. " So that's how you lied to us all" A young man walked in without a knock to give permission, he just made his way through the conversation.

A man on a motorcycle was passing an eighteen-wheeled truck carrying sheet metal when one of the sheets shifted of and fell off the side of the lorry, neatly cutting off the motorcyclist's head. His headless body continued on its route, overtaking the truck. The truck driver saw the headless biker overtaking and immediately had a heart attack, severing his truck off the road into a ravine. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.