Mexico Stories Horror Novels & Stories

Alyssa whispered, with tears in her eyes. "Your friends will all end up dying for you, Clarissa. There is so much you don't know; Things about our family that you don't know. What lies within Mexico hidden from the rest of the world? Killing me will prevent you from finding out before it's too late." Torrez sounded like a frantic rat, pleading and grasping at any angle to save his own life.

" Did Adam forget that Yara was the most pampered youngest child in the Candra family? ---- Author’s note: -‘Om’ has the same meaning as uncle. -‘Tante’ has the same meaning as aunt. -Pill Kina are drugs to prevent or treat malaria (an endemic disease in eastern Indonesia) which is deadly,

“I see you smiled. We are making progress my friend. You know why I’m in here for life? I stabbed two men with an eye and didn’t stop there’ Impressive that he had it in him to be that bold but that didn’t mean I wanted to be his anything. He seemed to have hurt by a forgotten memory before he opened his mouth to add, “They raped my little Carmencita and later killed her. And all for what? Because she was from another country, had an ascent to her voice? We came here for better opportunities than what Mexico offered. Her mother had just died and I was struggling to make ends meet but still, I was trying. My Carmencita never lacked anything; she was a nice girl. A nice girl I tell you”

Published by Audio Arcadia in 2016 were DarkFire at the Edge of Time, Farnsworth’s collection of visionary science fiction stories, Nightworld, A Novel of Virtual Reality, and two collections of stories, The Black Arts and Black Secrets. Jorge Arenas Born in 1986, I come from Rio Piedras Puerto Rico. Due to my family's military nature I traveled the United States a great deal and that's where I found my passion, urban legends. Studying these brought me to another subject, horror. As I threw myself into the genre I found worlds that mirrored our own and experiences that I could feel in my soul. The books, movies and video games became my go to since I was young, and they continue to entertain

“Wow okay. I had no idea. Guess we’re both gonna be breaking some hearts on Monday when we show up together. “Guess so.” “Do you know anything else about your condition that might help us against this other guy?” Hayden thought deeply again. “I tried doing some research. There are some people out there who described encounters that sounded pretty accurate. Most were concentrated in the region of Chiapas, Mexico. The Lacandon Forest is there and has been around since the ancient Mayans. Here’s the interesting part. Stories in that region have been passed down for generations. They speak about monstrous wolf-man creatures called the ‘Nahual’. But get this, there’s also stories about creatures

Mathias watched her closely, his posture stiff and alert as he waited for her to speak. “A guy and his buddies travelled over to Mexico to observe some moon festival and later one was cursed and turned into a vampire who killed almost all the villagers while his two friends were turned into werewolves to stop their friend," Clara continued, her voice growing more animated with each passing word. "What's that his name again Er...Eric right?”

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.

"You are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" "Oh, sir. You don't have to flatter me. Trust me, I know that I am slowly wasting away. I see it in your eyes too. They are lifeless and soulless. My momma tells me that the La Amorita has gotten me and now my soul is gone." "The what?" "The La Amorita. It's a local legend from hundreds of years ago. I believe it came from Mexico." "She is the eater of souls and preys on those looking for love."

she asked in wonder. “I am afraid and sorry my daughter but…they do exist and very much alive. Vampires are no myths; they do exist and live amongst us. ‘Vivienda de Vampiros’ is a Spanish name meaning vampires’ dwelling. That is how and why, Kibich city is also known as the Blood city. We have been hunting and killing them for generations. That is what your father and I did and kept from you two.” “Does this mean that, my father was killed by a vampire?” she queried looking surprised and confused.

Eyes closed, scenes of evil shot all about his brain. Kathy’s mother flopped about like a fish out of water. Her mouth opened and shut, lips half forming objections. How could this be happening? It was her first taste of life far from the Ivory Tower. She believed the people of Mexico are of a quaint, spiritual variety, not prone to violent superstitions like the bigots said. This was all very different from what sociologists had assured her was the truth.