Mexican Scary Legends Novels & Stories

And we need to prepare for disposal. Luckily, we’re right next to the levee. Won’t be hard to get rid of the bodies. New Orleans is a wealth of Cajun, Voodoo, Southern, and Native American lore and creatures. So many things that go bump in the night, all of them eager for an offering. So appreciative, in fact, that they may even help us with taking down those mangy mutts in Texas. They don’t need to know that we’ll come for them later. That will be a surprise for when the Red One arrives.

She would always try to run to him but before she could reach, he would completely vanish. She had screamed, hoping someone would hear her and rescue her, just like he always did. But the only things she hears are the echoes of her own screams. Then, she'd see the red-headed woman, Lupe. Standing faraway, her white dress soaked with blood. She would stare at her and smile, stretching out her hands to her, just before a weird creature would stab her right there and she would vanish, just like dust. It has been really scary, Amelia wouldn't lie. Maybe she's dead and didn't make it to heaven and ended up in hell, because this place is pure hell, filled with terrifying loud screams.

But after all the goosebumps, 'twas just a tree. "Relax," she tangles her arm with mine, "those trees scare the intruders if any. A similitude of scarecrow." "Oh, but you're scared, too." "Of course! This forest is creepy! This is where the tears of our dead pack are preserved. Sometimes, those watch-wolves heard an agonizing howl in here." "Then there are ghosts here?" "That can't be!" I finally made a chuckle for the first time in a while. "That story is just a legend. It's a stupid creed to be true."

said Johnson, “Like one of them, whatchamacallit?” “Urban legends,” said Taylor. “Yeah,” said Johnson. “It’s spooky.” “You ever hear the one about the girl? You know, the hitchhiker girl on the old north county road,” said Sullivan. “No,” said Johnson. “If you drive out there alone at night, you might see her,” smirked Sullivan. “She’s real pretty. Gorgeous. And she stops cars and asks for a ride, see? And then she tries to get you to go into the woods with her and if you go you’ll get lost and then she disappears.”

Sorry. "You shouldn't have to apologize for just being yourself. But people fear what they do not understand. Werecats are just legends, creatures for comic books and movies. Humans have no idea how real we are, or werewolves, vampires, or dragons." She said. "So basically, I'm a scary movie to them?" I ask. "Exactly!" I thought she would have disagreed. She went on, "and when humans are afraid they do some pretty dumb stuff." "What kind of dumb stuff?" I asked, I perked up a little at this news. How bad could it be?

Guillermo offered him a glass and poured some brandy into it. “Have you heard of the Dark one?” Leonard asks him again. “Yes, it was told to us by our ancestors. We all thought that it was just a legend, folklore that old people use to scare young ones from going outside the camp in the evening.” Guillermo tells him. “A legend or folklore, right? It seems that you have been mistaken.” He replied to him and raised his glass to make a toast with Guillermo. In return, Guillermo raised his glass to Leonard.

But this is what I will say. All of this is based on true events. This happened in one of the provinces of the country that was deemed a nest of aswang (local version of vampires), engkanto (benevolent fay), maligno (malevolent earth beings) and other supernatural/paranormal creatures. It just so happens that its close proximity to another province that was also known for such monsters has added to its creepy reputation. This story happened around the 1970s, and my mother was just a child then.

"You may not believe it, but I met a few people who forbade me to come here, especially tonight." "The Day of the Ember Ghost," Dante said. "I'm glad they still talk about that. It's one of my favorite stories, actually. The day when the ember ghost emerges from his hell hole to find his next victim. Or was it the day of bad luck when no fisherman is allowed to go out to sea." Dante laughed. "Some of the locals looked pretty scared when they tried to prevent me from coming here. They really believed in their superstitions," said Jon.

He whispered coldly in my ears. My eyes widened up as he said. My brow arched, I couldn't believed my ear. Oh my God! What is he trying to do with me? The fear of losing myself to a monster like him rushed a spine into my whole body system. Too young for this phase I was passing through. No! He wouldn't get down on me so easily.

I roll my eyes at the guests and curse to myself. I force the best smile my facial muscles can manage and walk forward with clenched fists toward Miranda. “Estela, darling, can you help me prepare these salted meat rolls?” she asks in an overly polite, raspy voice while wrapping flour and ground meat onto an aluminum tray. I nod politely and start helping her. “This city is full of legends,” Miranda comments, tossing the meat and kneading a roll. “I once heard there have been sightings of supernatural creatures wandering through the forest…”