Hmong Scary Stories Novels & Stories

" Listen, children, I know you came from different villages to learn how to read, but I must warn you. " " There's a real story, about a silver monster, someone said he looks like a wolf, and someone said, he looks like a human." I said completely terrified but I must warn them. " Every day and every night, something bad happens to any villager, there is always someone to die, a guy drained of blood, or a guy dies from animal scratches, big scratches. " " Wow Hazel, what a story you're telling the children. " " Dad! " I stood up when I found my dad behind me, I looked at him and he stared towards the quiet Umera.

The whole sky black making me more scared. I am not type of a person who gets scared easily... "Ahhhh" I screamed as kept my leg on some object. It could be a snake for God's sake. I removed my leg slowly from the object or the snake only to sign in relief. It's just a stick. "Buddy please we should go inside now.. Mom will definitely scold me once she realise I was out of the forest. What if she won't ever realise we are out of forest. She might be searching for us inside the forest only. We should definitely go now. What if we won't ever go back. What if a vampire suck our blood till we become dry or even worse what if a ghost appear and eat us. What if-"

But now, alone facing the cold reality, after the death of his father, someone opened the door of truth, and there was a villain standing in front of him. He continue to walk forward, picking up the beast lying on the cold ground where the children of the inner area are trying to poke with a stick while their mouth was almost drooling to the ground. Soon as his tall shadows loom over the group of naughty children, the innocent minds immediately ran away in fear. A big man will always scare a child no matter where era they are, of course, Shan Yang ignored this and then picked up the carcass. The time he comes back in front of his tent, he smelled the fragrant smell of meat being fried over t

One of the few people that managed to find a way of getting their money from the bank then sneaking to shops to get provisions and other necessities was Brione Hancey - with her friends, Enen Balle and Sarrey Gede. It was a good thing that Eallric had insisted that she went with his small pistol that Saturday morning because just as she and her friends stepped out into the streets, out of Atholl Esplanade, they met a tyronimic - a baby one about the size of the one Sir. Oswic had faced - with two heads on Haunted Hart. It was a frightening sight for the ladies who'd never even watched them on TV not to talk of seeing one in reality, with its horrifying and spine chilling physique, coming tow

His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats. “Signing an online form to consent to consensual-non-consensual sex with strangers isn't the wildest thing we’ve done together.” He scolded but Mike was so fear-stricken that he refused to be shut up. “Yeah, but not in a fucking haunted mansion—” “I said it’s not a fucking haunted mansion,” Gem interrupted him, kicking him in his shin. Mike groaned in pain and she quickly rushed to him, her hand wrapped around him. “Are you alright?”

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

Mason's insidious actions had awakened a primal terror, plunging the realm into darkness. The stories surrounding these deaths painted a macabre picture of savagery. It seemed as though the victims had met their demise at the hands of a beast, their necks brutally ravaged, as if drained of every drop of blood. The grotesque nature of the killings left witnesses traumatized, their minds struggling to comprehend the horror that unfolded before their eyes. The realm had become a haunted place, plagued by the specter of death at every turn.

all of us went quiet and I am imagining a crow leaving a white dot poop between us. It's awkward. I fake a groan and act like I was really scared, rubbing my shoulders in so-called fear, " Yeah, it's scary, I can feel my goosebumps now." " Yeah, me too, it makes me hungry." I eyed Patty who talks about hunger in times like this. Krisha agreed with us and just nodded like she was ng that we are. Patty's next and her horror story was so scary, that I almost fart on my seat. Her horror story was when she woke up in their house, no food are left on the fridge and she wasn't eating for the whole day until her parents arrived home scary right? I wish Sheena is here, she makes sense of horror stori

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

We all looked at what Adison was pointing at when he suddenly shouted to speak. "Where?" "There oh in the tree!" "Maybe Ghost?" "Mananaganang?" "What?" "Oh my God! It's scary." I turned back to what was in front of me, because of what P. said because it was obvious from the tone of his voice that he was just acting scared, what pissed me off the most was that he was already hugging Travis with both of his hands. Travis' one hand is now resting on P's shoulder. I frowned at my partner's answers. It's like we're in the modern age, but the myths about aswang, mannaaggal and wakwak are still in vogue among them.