Hmong Scary Stories Novels & Stories

He added, "I've told you that wasting food is strictly prohibited in our factory. If you don't want to end up like her, you'd better eat up." I watched them coldly as they trembled, slowly lifting the covers off their plates. Almost immediately, their horrified screams filled the air. On their plates were arms, thighs, and fingers. There were enough body parts to form a whole person. Only then did I realize they weren't as scary as I had thought. It turned out that even those stronger than me could still feel fear. Right then, I spoke up, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Each part tastes different. If you're curious, you can swap pieces and try each other's."

“Why, if we do not instill fear in them, how will they learn?” Fallon chanced a look outside. Souniro had returned and her heart lurched at the thought of him, lying broken and bleeding, after enduring a beating from the monster her parents were entertaining, in their very home. How frightened he must have been, taken from his home, to a strange country with customs he did not know. How many nights had he fallen asleep, crying for the mother who had betrayed him in bitter desperation? Fallon averted her eyes from his strong, handsome frame. What spell had he cast over her with his presence? And would she have a chance,to find out?

Thankfully, he was dead now. Doctor Myers, who had been listening intently, spoke up. "Well, that's wonderful news! We should go fetch this Hag. Then Ms. Thompson can be saved!" "That might be difficult," Ivana said softly, biting her nails. "The Hag never leaves her cave, and she’s... strange." Doctor Myers asked, "Strange how?" "When I was little, my mother used to scare me with stories of ghosts to get me to sleep. The Hag is like one of those ghosts."

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

They all had a small story to tell. “um...Miss Hunnie The Demon King's mate ...There was a time where he...um....he...um kick some witch out because she....um...um...she did dark magic, but she wasn't even a dark witch!" They all would shiver as if the story was so scary. I ignored most of them as they couldn't have been no older than ten years old and I didn't want to let stories that could have been made up, affect my view on Bahm, because it made him sound even more of a revolting monster.

He nodded at what I said. "And that's really the scary thing you want to watch?" he said laughing. I winced there. Yohann prepared popcorn and soft drinks for us to drink. He also took Beer. Night of Horror began and my hair almost stood on end. The show is especially about Aswangan. My hair stood on end and I was thinking of something. Gosh! I knew it. I don't want to watch this. It's about the young man who moved to the province of Siquijor and then he met a girl. Elena is very beautiful.

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

He slowed down a little. "The trees," Damien mumbled. "They're starting to rot." Shane felt like puking when his gaze landed on several dead boars and deers. Fly are feasting on its chopped rotting body. "Are we still on Earth? Or are we already behind the gates of hell?" Mara asked. No mattter how Mara deny it, her familiarity to this place is undeniable. Deep within her soul, she knows almost everything in this place. Shane and Mara could smell the sweetest yet most dangerous scent ever. Both can feel their body tingle as they sense the vibration of the drum and hear faint noises coming out of nowhere.

Kim's eyes widened. "I mean, I heard from people before that there's a ferocious monster living in this place. Five years ago, a family was murdered by an unknown criminal. When the police examined their corpses, they found out that their body parts, like liver and heart, were missing. Someone saw a werewolf monster roaming around when the moon turned full." Kim's eyes widened again. He didn't know if he believed in werewolves because it was only a story. "Kim, let me tell you that please don't go outside at night," Elder Gina reminded him. "Okay, Elder Gina," Kim agreed.