Mexican Scary Legends Novels & Stories

He wouldn’t be able to do the crossword puzzle instead of taking her concerns seriously. “This never happened before those Mexicans moved here,” she muttered. “They’re probably over there sacrificing humans to their ancient gods in the backyard.” She’d heard something about that once—that Mexicans used to sacrifice people to the sun. Was it on a program that Mr. Schneider watched—one of those National Geographic specials? She herself had never had any interest in primitive cultures, but he had enjoyed that sort of thing. Yes, human sacrifice. That explained many things.

"I've asked you to call me Isabel, Mateo. And what legends? Like what?" Miguel leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "I've read about some of the local myths. Are you talking about the river spirits? Or the ghost lights?" Mateo hesitated, his gaze flickering to the trees as if he expected something to leap out at them. "The jaguar shifters," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "They say there are people who can turn into jaguars, who protect the jungle from outsiders. People like us."

** My hands were firm on the steering wheel as Mikael and I journeyed through the darkened road. It had been one hour of us in the car, the city turning into country and the road transitioning into dirt and moist earth beneath my car's wheels. We kept conversation minimal the first hour because we were both nervous. Mikael, however, was more anxious than I was. He had never been to the Bayou of the Shunned, but like everyone else, had heard tales about the cursed swamp and the witch that ruled over it as its Supreme Sorceress. Sajida was the bedtime story mambos and houngans told their kids about to keep them in line; in the black community, Sajida was "that" woman that the children of voodo

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

The Del Valle family, are powerful multimillionaires, who run practically all of Mexico, many fear them, others not so much, but nevertheless decide to get out of their way to stay out of their way, they have no weak enemies as they tend to disappear mysteriously. Over time they managed to create more alternate routes for their dark business and it was becoming a bit dangerous if someone, for some reason, got in their way, but this news will take time to reach Maria la Mexicana's knowledge.

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

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

Juan says, obviously as confused as I feel. “The size is that of a large dog,” I muse. “It’s not from this world, that much I am certain off… whatever was-” I’m cut off suddenly. “It’s a chupacabra,” Carlos says suddenly. “A what?” I ask, grabbing a rod and prodding the thing. “Madre told me about them in her stories of old folklore. They’re vampire-like creatures that suck the blood of livestock and naughty children,” he says, his face pale.

“Was it a tall man? “she asked in a whisper. Camila looked at her expectantly, how did she know, had she seen him too? “Did you see him? “she asked. Carmen denied, but, looking all around, leaned a little closer to her. “Don't you know the legend? Camila denied. “What legend? “she asked nervously. “This town has a legend from many years ago, they say that a tall, thin man stalks weak and vulnerable families, disturbing them. “Camila frowned. She didn't believe in legends. “His name is Slenderman. They say Slenderman takes children deep into the forest, keeps them there for a while, then kills them mercilessly and takes their faces. Because he doesn't have one. Camila thought that this story