Horror Folklore Novels & Stories

In folklore, this time frame was also called the witching hour. There had been numerous ghost talks and stories rumored to always happen within this span of time, in between 3:00 am to 3:59 am. It was the time of the night associated with supernatural events. In stories, this would be when witches, demons, and ghosts were thought to appear and to be at their most powerful.

he explained and slowly started to approach. "S-Silver forest!?" "Yes, Silver Forest. Legend has it that in this forest there are creatures that suck human blood until they die. They are called vampires. You know the legend I'm talking about right?" #to be continued in Chapter 1.2 - Raizel Harrison de Haltz

"Also, earlier than you and your foster determine moved right here, all styles of atypical rumours already existed withinside the area." "Really!? Rumours, you do not say!? Is it the one's sorts of frightening ghost memories which are not unusual place among folklore!?" "Completely exceptional from that form of rumour. Rather than folkloristic atypical tales, they're greater like city legends -- and for a few unknown purposes, they broadly speaking contain western supernatural entities as opposed to jap creatures." "What... I've heard that this location used to engage with overseas countries, with common industrial trade, might that be the purpose? I do not genuinely recognise a great deal a

For this town is special, and its citizens terrifying. Mrs. Hagatha Belfry stepped out of her front door and onto the porch with a cup of tea in hand. Throughout the town, even though it was winter and snowy in the surrounding wood, autumn leaves sprouted from every limb of every branch of every tree, and the fallen leaves were replaced by new leaves overnight. Lilith’s Hollow is graced by the autumn season all year round, thanks to a witch’s spell from one who lived in town long before Mrs. Belfry’s centuries of residency there. After all, this was the town that Halloween built. Mrs. Belfry, along with all of the werewolves, zombies, mad doctors, monsters, ogres, and more mythical creatures

’ The noxious craving of death isn’t new nor old, it’s deceptive as the month of Halloween. October is a wicked time of the year for her and she contemplated, ‘Why?’ but couldn’t follow a conclusion. Cassy abhorred the young evening and the civilians on the street who’re busy preparing for the parade to celebrate the supernatural forces which existed thousand years ago. It included even her new wife, Andrea. They got married last week, after having a relationship of over five years but instead of going on a honeymoon, Andrea preferred to organize a bash for stupid vampire witches’ lovers at her father’s place. It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and ho

“I’m sure the locals clarified they wanted all the oogie boogie swept under the rug and out of the public view. That way, they blame your family when something comes to the surface. That’s usually how it is. One moves out to the middle of nowhere with their mystical responsibility and then the neighbours arrive and telling everyone how it should be. It’s a long-standing story.” “Yeah, how many horror movies have people bragging about being members of some place’s founding families. But when push comes to shove, the native populations in the area have stories that date back far further with serious warnings. Of course, the braggarts know the does and don’ts, but do they adhere to them?” “No,

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

"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?"

''Eros said, Don't eat anything that is giving to you by anyone Unless I say it okay Don't look at the beautiful Maids and Lust after them Don't walk around by your self Don't look at the womans that is wearing the Red Veil they are Shawn wife Don't tell anyone your real name Don't touch anything including the woman Never Agree to stay or agree to anything No matter what you hear or see never leave your coffin at night There are dangerous creature in the land we are about to head in to they will use every trick in the book to get you out of your coffin. The coffin has a seal to protect you from the monster that come out at night . The ones that come out at night are the dangerous ones Shawn

Later, after I'd shifted back and put on clothes (at Elowen's insistence), we sat together in the living room while Rowan typed furiously on her laptop. "Werewolves," she muttered. "Werewolf lore. Werewolf origins." "You're not going to find anything useful on G****e," Elowen said. "You'd be surprised what you can find on G****e at 2 AM with the right search terms." Rowan's fingers flew across the keys. "Okay, so most of this is garbage. Hollywood stuff, horror movie crap. But there's some older folklore that's interesting."