Hmong Scary Stories Novels & Stories

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

As soon as I step back out, I mark the entrance with an X and move on. Heading back in the direction we came from, I gasp when I hear the sound of scurrying feet. I’m not the kind of person who is usually scared of bugs or creepy crawlies, but the sound is so loud that I freak out and flatten my back against the wall. When Sahara and Marael kidnapped us last year, they took us to a mountain range in hell, where we saw many horrifying creatures. There were a few that, up to now, I hope I never have to see again. One of the ones that creeped me out the most were these little demonic-looking insects that looked like large centipedes. The sounds emitting around me sound like those creatures. Try

Around that time, Hana remembers her father’s deep voice booming from inside their meeting room during a talk with other elders. The air suddenly turned cold and Hana felt an uncomfortable shiver run down her back. She went outside and looked around, scanning all along the tree line. There was an eerie silence that fell over the serene forest which now seemed to hold its breath for some reason. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest when she heard a low growl from amongst the shadows. Without any response chaos broke out. Shadows surged forward, and she recognized them as SeaHowl warriors, their eyes gleaming with a pang of predatory hunger. Hana screamed, warning her pack, but the sound was swa

Suddenly I hear loud screams, I try to look through the peep hole in the passage wall and I see mom torn into half by a hairy monster . Her blood was everywhere, the monster was growling with mom's blood dripping from it's huge mouth.I was speechless,too scared to do anything,not too long after I hear the cracking of bones and I find the bodies of my dad and brother lifeless on the ground with their blood splattered everywhere.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

“But we also don’t bring strange things back to the village unless we know what they are.” “She’s not a thing, Greer,” Harst snapped. “She’s a girl. She’s hurt.” Greer turned to him slowly. “She’s a girl found naked, alone, bruised, in the middle of the forest on a full moon after weeks of howling in the hills. You want to tell me that’s normal?” Silence settled over the three men. The wind picked up slightly, whispering through the trees. “Two nights ago,” Harst began, lowering his voice, “my nephew swore he saw a pair of glowing eyes beyond the chicken pens. Said it wasn’t any ordinary beast. Said it moved like it was watching.”

Silently she turns, signaling for us to be completely quiet, then she points at the path. My eyes follow her movements. Some way down the path a horrific scene is taking place, fitting for a horror movie. Two giant hamram is facing each other, snarling and growling, while a man is bent over something on the ground. I gasp when the man moves, as he talks to one of the monsters. Oh God ! It is a human. They are about to eat a human ! They two hamram snaps around instantly, growling a warning, as the man behind them starts to change.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)