Mexican Scary Legends Novels & Stories

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 .

“But I can’t. The boys. They keep nagging me. Night and day. They keep telling me what I can and can’t do. I’m not a child. I don’t want to move into an old folks’ home or a nursing home, but the boys won’t stop.” On their first trip to Mexico, they saw the catacombs. They stayed in Mexico City on November 2nd because Maria wanted to see the Day of the Dead up close. They watched parades with hundreds of people dressed as the Coqueta Catrina and the Elegant Catrin, wearing exquisite

I know that I can protect myself. He shrugs off his animal skin pants and shirt. "And what did you explore tonight?" he asks me. His clothes land near my person as he strips down into something more comfortable. Red Fox had said it was a private library and I don't know if Cesar will become angry with me for venturing there. Yet again, he hadn't told me it was off-limits to me. "A library," I finally say. "I read about some old Hausa legends and one about a vicious child-eater. I forget her name…I believe it starts with a D, though."

The face he was at the window when I drove off was heartbreaking, those silver eyes obscured by a very human worry that I'm growing all too familiar with. The "legends" collection is tucked away in a corner of the library's second floor, exactly where I remember it from my college days when I'd occasionally page through local myths for entertainment. Back then, stories of werewolves and ancient curses were charming, harmless tales told around campfires. Now they're my best hope of discovering what's happening to the man I'm falling in love with. I pull the first book from the shelf. "Legends of the Pacific Northwest" is a battered cover, but the pages are filled with carefully documented tal

the voice of the spirits in this tomb says over and over into my ear, they laughed their scary cackly laughter, their words come from every single part of the tomb, I look around, I cannot see anything but I continue to hear and feel them all around me. “You are a disgrace to the witches, you dare to carry a werewolf’s child in your womb!” Their voices say angrily in unison. I tried to move away but I cannot, I am at their mercy, they remind me of all the ways I have betrayed my kind, the witches, they play and re-play visions in my head of all the horrible things I had had to live through when I was first Celeste Monroe. They made me watch my friends and family die in the hands of Alexandro

Hanny was vastly devastated this time around. “What should we do! What should we do! The cracks are growing wider and wider!” Evania got drowned deeper and deeper within her panic, fear, and also agitation. “There must be something which we can do! Something! There must be something, Friends...” suggested Sumico, walking here and there at her spot. “What’s that, Sumico?” asked Hanny and Evania simultaneously, also within their panic, fear, and anxiety. “According to the urban-legend and so-called ‘myth’, based on the crucial essential pictures engraved on the gigantic stone on the sacred hill, our three drops of blood...”

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.