Mexico Stories Horror Novels & Stories

“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

All in all, it was much more information than I wanted to know. In Mexico, I was such a 'downer' that the other students (all male) hated me. I got up early and finished late, never going to the night spots. The other guys, thrilled they could drink at 18 and not 21 like here, got tanked every night. On our last night, they all carried paper bags with bottles wrapped within. My best friend, Roger, brought me one too. On the flight home, the bottles safely stored in our luggage, I asked what they contained. He said they were 'spanish fly', the so-called aphrodisiac to end all that would get the most prudish babe to rip off her clothes and volunteer for anything. I hadn't known that, or I woul

he pleaded with tears in his eyes. "What are you to him?" "We trade humans for him," he is shivering in fear with his lips trembling. "To where?" Jade kept bumping him with questions. "To Mexico, the werewolves there do pay him for every human or she-wolves that he trades to them_" "He said Mexico," I mind link Jade and Jerome. "Then that means that the people that he works with are all from Mexico…… I mean the buyers," Jerome mumbled. "Where exactly in Mexico, don't lie because your life depends on your words," Jade threatened, causing him to shrink in fear.

] The little girl's appearance instantly sent the livestream chat into chaos. Meanwhile, my own conclusion scared me even more. I slowly raised a shaking finger at them. "Y-You... You two..." [Haha, she finally realized this is a horror game!] [I wanna see her completely lose it!] "Incest is disgusting! She's just a kid!" I couldn't believe this monster would go after his own daughter! Furious, I stepped over and pulled the little girl into my arms. "Sweetie, don't be scared. I'm here. Nobody's gonna bully you."

Jessica's voice went dead serious. "This manor has thirty floors. The monsters on the lower floors? They're simple. Predictable. They work on pure instinct. Learn their patterns, and you can survive. Treat them like traps. But the higher you go... the ones at the top are a different breed entirely. They won't just kill you. They'll shatter your sanity in seconds. They'll show you what true terror really is." "She's right," Brad chimed in, his smile turning predatory.

I'm gonna be back in Mexico tomorrow and my return is gonna be hot. Sasha Lee should better watch out. Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . To be continued

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

Ximena pointed to one of them. "Hey, you'll rest here tonight. No matter what you hear, do not leave the coffin." Something told me tonight was definitely not going to be peaceful. Sleeping alone in a coffin did not sound appealing. If anything, one human and one ghost together felt safer. Seeing Ximena lie down in her coffin fully dressed, I climbed in and lay down beside her. "My dear husband?" Her terrifying ghost face suddenly appeared inches from mine. My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to speak. "Ximena, on a night like this, how could I let you stay alone?"

They have turned everything against us and into their favor. My camp is slowly rebuilding, and we’ve made it pretty far south. Almost to what used to be Mexico. There is said to be a human fortress at the furthest point in Mexico that has survived any zombie attacks. Still, then again, the zombies don’t go that far unless they have to. We are heading to that fortress that offers hope. I’m not holding out hope, not at all. I’m not even sure what the hell I’m surviving for at this point.

Instead, I shut my eyes as the car accelerated. "We are still here live in Mexico General where Mr. De Marchi and Ms. Santelli had been staying for almost a month due to an alleged kidnapping where Ms. Satellite was said to have been shot..." I heard the odd recorded voice of a woman. I opened my eyes to see Mari chewing her lower lip as she peered at her iPad watching the news. I could see her frown over her glasses and I knew that this was serious for her. "You shouldn't be watching that," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "You know what really happened. The press don’t know shit, Mari."