Hmong Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

“But why did you sound so scared?” My mother looked at the dress she had just folded; her short dark brown hair framed her face and hid her expression from me. Then she placed the dress neatly into suitcase and locked her hazel eyes to my light green ones. “There’s a lore about them in my hometown. It’s said that they are demons that went after beautiful women, especially virgins. They came at night when everyone was sleeping and raped the girls, sometimes more than once.”

“Yeah, but we don’t have to swim. We’ll just play in the sand, duh!” “Duh? Where on earth did you get that, Naeun? I think you’re watching too much TV these days,” Mrs. Lee chimed in, making everybody laugh at her plight. After a few minutes of navigating dark streets, the mood shifted. Seojoon creeped out the girls as he recounted some folklore legends and stories as Suho turned to dark corners and miles of dark fields and forests, void of any human presence. He made it look like a town in an eerie, horror movie, adding sound effects making Hana and Naeun shriek in fear. The boys bursting into laughter. And Mrs. Lee shaking her head at their youthful fantasy.

Aslan, despite his age at the time, was still reeling in young women eager for some kind of “experience.” But she had to admit, the mention of the manananggal earlier had sent chills down her spine. It reminded her of an old story she’d heard as a child. During gatherings and celebrations in the hacienda, the staff would tell tales about a woman who lived near the river, close to the waterfall. Supposedly, her body would split in half, sprouting wings, and she would hunt at night. It’s ridiculous. In her world of science and medicine, stories like that didn’t hold any weight. Still, it didn’t hurt to believe just a little—at least enough to make sure she didn’t end up as prey to some mananan

“What did Harmona do there?” She hesitated, biting her lip, before finally speaking. "It's... it's an eerie house. People say you can hear screams at night, and they say it's haunted," she said in a low voice, almost like she didn't want to believe her own words. "Everyone avoids it, because it’s scary…filled with dark magic." I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the thought. Haunted? Screams in the night? What the hell was going on out there?

Long Chen scolded her seriously, staring at Long Hu’er. "I…" "Haa.. Come with me!" Long Chen said, pulling Long Hu’er out of the cave. Long Hu’er, who was being pulled, couldn’t resist and could only follow Long Chen. At first, she didn't know where Long Chen was taking her, but when she arrived at the place where Long Pa and Long Ai, the two men who had tried to defile her, were. Long Hu'er covered her mouth with both hands. She was shocked by what she saw—two figures resembling women were engaged in intimate acts with a giant red gorilla. And there were five more men on the other side enjoying themselves with other strange monsters.

But the lady ghost are a very bad class of wives. When they see an old boy, they are happy to run randomly. If they eats old boy's brain , the life span of the conifers increases. When Khokon's uncle remembered that, he started chanting Ram's name. I don't care which side of the river it is. The river is the favourite place of fish-eating wives. His screams increased as he remembered that.

" I woke up in a panic, clutching my daughter, sitting in front of three framed photos for two days straight, not drinking a drop. Only on New Year's morning did I realize my daughter was not breathing anymore. Her hand was still gripping a pack of spicy salmon jerky. I could not understand it. After holding my daughter and breaking down in tears, the night ended in tragedy. When I blinked my eyes open, I was back to the day my mom, her eyes brimming with tears, said she was heading out to buy steak. ... Packing up a plate of steak just like before, my mom made for the door. I let out a piercing cry: "Mom! We can't have steak today!" The shock made her hands shake, her eyes welling up again.

Has he drained me within an inch of life and now he wants to finish the job, or does he want to turn me like in all my vampire novels that I read as a kid? I don’t know if I will ever know, because all he does as I stare at him is smile at me with a smirk on his lips and sits silently cross legged. After a few more moments, he finally starts to move forward as he leans into me and says with a strange accent, “Don’t fear my child. I won’t harm you. I merely want to ask you a question?” He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, “Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the

"So many weird and scary stuff that can sweep you off your feet within a second. That's why it's called a haunted house, get it?" "Yeah, I guess as much..." She drawled like she lost most of her energy. "Damon those sounds. it sounds really scary and uninviting." Megan stuttered covering her ear. "Aren't you afraid of anything in this weird place?" "I can also hear those sounds too," Damon replied flatly and straight. "And yes, why should I be scared?" "There should be something you've seen that should at least, make you lose your breath even for a second," Megan said.