Japanese Horror Legends Novels & Stories

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

He looked at his other companions who had their heads down in fear and shame, probably trying to ask them if it was the best decision to tell me what they thought of the man I ordered them to give me informations on. "Jimmy, get these idiots out of my sight, throw each one of them in..." "Sorry Boss...forgive us we will talk faster." They all chorused. "What are you waiting for? Get on with it." I said shifting my weight from one foot to another. "He...We followed him discreetly the night he was seen with the witch of Niagawa, they kept talking about some strange things, from where we hid we could hear them talking about his next change, when it would happen and what he needed for it. It did

From every corner of the earth, Antinuke gathered back all the heroes a and those that die during the world war, she gathered their successors, to fight the coming of the pure bloods, she summoned the thieves, beasts from the almighty Jugular, King Iberu, Luku and all his armies, warriors from the late three King's kingdom, the once who fought like beasts, and Asinje the hatters of thieves, and they shall be standing against, itanforiti, the storyteller and a princess of the black land of peace, Morolake , INA, two hundred goddess, shadow fighters, king of the black land and his twelve guards, the shark from the land of gods, the bear one who was said to be the lord of all bear gods and last

The other players noticed something strange and gathered to whisper, “Why do I feel like the NPCs in this dungeon only have hostility toward him, and they’re letting that girl slide completely?” “Do you think he might be the one who kidnapped the burrito lady? That’s why the entire horror game can’t eat burritos?” “Damn! Don’t say it! Seriously, don’t say it!” “This guy looks shady as hell. One look and you know he’s no good!” The remaining players naturally grouped together, isolating Jack. They were terrified the bosses would mistake them as being on his side. The judge of the third trial was the River God from the Sacrifice River God dungeon, an SSS-level boss.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

When alferd stabbed a woman so savagely, it was also the scene where the devil killed a pair of sea creatures that he had obtained from the famous coast of London. Alferd, he tortured those two creatures mercilessly for their tears. He made a fortune, after getting his hands on those two creatures. When Alan reflected on the incident, he did see the mermaid's tail. One tail is huge in bright blue, while the other is a darker gray in smaller sizes. Her hands were firmly attached, and she remembered the color of larissa's tail and the fins that alferd had brought along, mumbling, "her parents?"

The most popular must be the classic Romeo and Juliet and the least popular must be the one about angels and demons, the one I apparently feature in. The idea that I might be a part of some bizarre and twisted version of Romeo and Juliet is just absurd. I think the most absurd part about this story is that I'm not even Juliet. I'm just a blonde version of the redhead angel who is fighting desperately to be reunited with her demon love interest. Honestly I don't know how I feel about having Aurora living inside of me. I want to believe that it's all some dream or that none of this is real but I know it's neither of that.

He paused, taking a deep breath. “Even harder to explain away is that there appear common threads to the legends. Nearly always, it has to do with the body of someone recently interred. With a body rising again. Almost always, the soul has died in a way which was unharmonious—a suicide, or murder, for example. Someone who had left the earth in a way of great calamity. In the legends, these unsettled souls rise again, after burial. In some legends, they merely visit their families; in others, they are more aggressive, and seek out blood. Blood is the common theme.”

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

The nagging sense of dread only deepened after that night. Every shadow felt too close, every sound too loud. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was always watching me. My sleepless nights turned into restless days, and as the city outside continued its usual bustle, I delved into an entirely different world. Late nights at the library, dim-lit corners of obscure websites, anywhere I could find whispers of the things lurking beneath the surface, I wanted to be sure that I was not losing my mind. Most of it felt like nonsense, ancient folklore and children’s tales. But the more I read, the more these so-called legends started to feel… uncomfortably familiar. Beings who liv