Kisah Horor Pendaki Gunung Novels & Stories

Dad was still in his usual spot, sipping his tea and watching the news on his old television. "Dad, I brought you some lunch and snacks," I greeted him, kissing his cheek. "Thanks, Cassie," he said, still focused on the news. And now I knew why. The news report was horrifying. Three dead bodies had been discovered near the mountain, looking like victims of wild animals. But no animal could kill humans that brutally. Only rogues. It seemed the evil forces were slowly getting their hands on many matters. They were even affecting the human community. They were getting stronger.

I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi

“All I can say is welcome to the academic world. But don't worry, you got your name on at least one article. - There is? — Check the main page of the Daily Post website. A terrible sinking feeling rose in my stomach as I clicked on my phone and navigated to the tabloid's website. DEAD CLIMBER'S WIDOW KEEPING HER LEGACY RECKLESS ALIVE Article by Misty Sharpe Allora SanDiir, 22, the girlfriend of climber Ben Brownstone, who died horribly when he fell off a cliff in DownMoor forest five months ago, wasted no time in getting back into the carefree lifestyle. We interview SanDiir at a remote site in the same forest, where she is working with a crew on a dangerous cave treasure hunting expedition.

The events which were cascading one after the other matched with the incidents she experienced a few days ago with the monster. Danger lurks you - the words of the fakir begin to ring in her head. On the other side her sanity questioned on why she was believing in the ignorant practices of the illiterate people in the village. She was a well educated girl, she and her boyfriend would get married and move out of the country very shortly. Amara could hear a distant music of the guitar. The song started pleasant but soon turned deathly deafening her ears with terror. Taking frightened steps she went to the window to close it.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

“Hmmm, I will take my leave now sir. I need to get some sleep, I am slowly turning into a zombie now” “Make sure to take care of the rival pack” I said after a few seconds of silence, “and make sure everything is going well” “I always keep that in mind sir” Turning around he walked out of the living room while the news came on as if on cue. “Breaking news” the reporter’s voice resounded in the room, “the bodies of three female hikers have been found on the mountain battered beyond recognition. The only thing that was used to identify them were the identity cards on their respective luggages. Investigations are ongoing but from the look of things, they appeared to have been attacked by a wild

"Please tell me in detail." "In fact, I don't know if you are talking about that place. When I was young, my father and I went to the Huya Peak at the end of the village to hunt. We went into the depths of the Huya Peak because we chased a deer. We saw that the deer was injured and couldn't go far. When we were about to catch it, we saw the deer suddenly stop in front of a cave. Then we saw it chasing after us. With a loud cry, it jumped in. My father followed it without hesitation. However, we didn't see the deer anymore after entering. Instead, we saw a large lush forest. However, we walked for seven days and seven nights in the forest. When we thought it would die there, a tiger suddenly

Some of them stand in packhouses and call you the reason their mate is dead. And some of them, maybe, are not monsters at all. Just stories. Just fear. But I do not know which story is true. And that might be the scariest part. --- Night falls. The group makes camp in a valley between two mountains. The guards give me more bread and a blanket. I curl up in the corner of the wagon and try to sleep. I cannot. The stories circle in my head like angry bees. He killed ten rogues with his bare hands.

Pinanindigan siya ng balahibo. Dahan-dahan siyang bumaba para hanapin ang pinagmumulan nito. Naghanap siya sa kusina ng ‘di binubuksan ang ilaw. Ilang sandali pa'y narinig niya uli ang nakakatakot na halakhak. Nakita niyang may nakatayong anino malapit sa bintana na nasisinagan ng liwanag ng buwan na parang eksena sa mga horror movies. “Kabilugan pa ng buwan ngayon. Oh God, nasa loob na ba ako ng horror movie?” bulong niya na balot pa rin ng takot ang binata.

I started telling them the grocery store experience surprisingly neither of them showed any sign of shock. “Her warning was right, the woods has been a hot spot for ritual killings and unnatural deaths, one time a group of hikers claimed they were attacked by a wolf on two legs only three of them survived out of a team of seven hikers-” Dan paused cause of fly buzzing past his nose. “A lot of stories are circulating around the woods it’s a surprise some people still have the courage to go hiking there” Gwen said. “Well I have no intentions of going on a lonely walk in the woods but another thing happened that same evening” I told them about the mysterious following guy this time they were sh