Kisah Horor Pendaki Gunung Novels & Stories

Although Kaiden's left shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages and his face was pale, he was gradually recovering. We were all alive and well. The relief of our survival made the once-arduous trek feel effortless. Even the thin mountain air seemed to smell of freedom. As night fell, we made camp on the leeward side of Moon Goddess Peak. The campfire crackled, sending sparks flying into the deep night sky. Clara, ever the troublemaker, suggested we tell ghost stories. "I heard this mountain used to be the hunting ground of the 'Heartless Phantoms,' who preyed on lone pups..."

Headlines of a missing young woman dominated the news. She had chosen to go hiking in the mountains to avoid the holiday crowds. Her family members looked haggard as they cried their hearts out in front of the cameras, praying to anyone and everyone to give them a clue of her whereabouts. The search and rescue team scoured the mountains for days, but they couldn't find the woman. She had ventured into the mountains alone. She had been missing for a week, and there were wild beasts prowling around the forest.

Movie night with some friends from my Law class. We are off to watch the new Conjuring movies. I have always loved scary movies Noah never did so I could only watch them when he was gone. My security detail is sitting a couple of rows behind us and looks like they are on a date. “I have seen all of

The few bears that still roamed the mountains were all hibernating comfortably in their dens. It could have been worse, Nicky and Teri knew—they could have been forced to share a tent with their eight-year-old brothers instead of with each other. But thankfully, the boys were in tents with their dads. The six of them had spent the last couple hours sitting around a blazing campfire, taking turns telling scary stories. Most of the stories were pretty lame, but Teri’s father raised some goose bumps with a tale of a crazed psychopath who preyed on campers, dragging them from their tents back to a cave where he slowly ate them alive. By the time he was done, the youngsters found themselves peeki

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.

I blink, slowly lifting my chin off the table, caught off guard by Dad's sudden solemnity. ”George?” Mom asks softly, her cheerful demeanor dropping into mild confusion. ”What on earth do you mean?” ”I’ve never told anyone this. Not even you, Beth” Dad says, locking his gaze entirely onto Aiden. ”When I was in my early twenties, I went trekking alone up in the rugged peaks of the Mountains. I drifted off the main trail, and out of nowhere, I found myself face-to-face with a massive mountain lion. It was cornered, starving, and aggressive. It lunged at me, clawed my shoulder, and pinned me to the dirt. I was entirely helpless. I closed my eyes, completely certain that I was going to die right

Using the light, she endured the pain in her ankle and limped over. At the same time, she clenched the last bead in her hand tightly. She did not know what was down there. After all, the unknown was often the scariest. She had read some adventurers' autobiographies on the paranormal blogs before. Some had explored ancient tombs, visited the Coffin Mountain in Bactria, and even ventured into mass graves at midnight. All of their experiences were filled with strange rumors. This last remaining bead was the only thing that could give her a sense of security right now.

She touched his face as a warm feeling rose in her heart and brushed her fingers to his lips. Next morning she went to the bakery leaving a note for him while he still was sleeping. Pidge reached to the bakery at seven in the morning and started baking while having breakfast. She was listening to the news on the TV playing in the background and heard that there has been an animal attack last night in the mountainside. "Animal attack?" she murmured turning to the other side. Although the media haven't disclosed the pictures of the group of people who went camping in the mountains a faded picture of the white snow-covered in thick red blood could be seen.

"I realize that our household problems should not be brought outside the room, but if I may reason, there is a reason why I trust Araf so much. Believe me, Lissa. I never badmouthed you in front of him. I've always asked him for advice because he's managed to run such a great household. I asked you what I did wrong to make you so icy and cold as a rock. That was it. And the reason I trusted him was because Araf was the one who always supported me no matter what. Once when my money ran out for investment, Araf was willing to give all the salary he got for me. Maybe you've also heard that I helped him when he was a street thug, and maybe you'll think that it's only natural for Araf to help me

This made my heart more apprehensive, and I lay in bed wondering why it was "this thing still happened“What's going to happen。 In the middle of the night, many people came outside the house, led by a priest, anxiously pulling my father to run outside, saying that his son and some friends ran to the other side of the mountain to hunt, and asked my father to help lead the way to find them. That side of the mountain is not what people dare to go over, the reason they came to my father for help to lead the way because he was the only one who went and came back alive. In this area there are many strange legends about the other side of the mountain, the legend says that the area belongs to the wol