Mexico Stories Horror Novels & Stories

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It was part of the town's rules which stated that 'the town's library is forbidden after dark. "Wow! It's an intriguing story, long, but intriguing. So nobody has ever attempted the forbidden rule?" I asked. "Of course, a lot of people tried it but none of them came out alive to tell the tale." "This is a strange place, a forbidden library and shapeshifters," I whispered.

Fear gripped us as we staggered backward, our hearts pounding in our chests. Guila, already consumed by tears, clung to me, seeking solace and protection. I held her close, our shared fear binding us together as we braced ourselves for whatever fate awaited us. "Come with us," one of the men commanded, grabbing my hand with a force that left my skin throbbing with pain. He spoke with a different accent, Mexican perhaps, but it didn't matter. Their intentions were clear, and I knew resistance would only lead to more suffering. I tried to struggle, but my defiance was met with a resounding slap that tore through my lips, leaving a sharp sting and metallic taste of blood. Guila's fierce protest

Hell materializes in the basement. The man on the left shoots, and the one who screams falls dead—the second writhes in pain on the ground after being hit in the chest. Those on the left surrendered when several black-dressed men pointed weapons at them. It all ended quickly. - Reinforcements will arrive, and you will learn that there are people you shouldn't mess with. - Cállate hijo de puta. atarnos. – shouts the leader with a Mexican accent. (Shut up motherfucker. Tie them up)

Cold sweat starts blanketing my skin while the air-conditioner is congealing that sweat fast. He continues, “It was about five years ago. We were vacationing in Acapulco, Mexico. It happened in broad daylight in La Quebrada. Our initial plan was to do some cliff diving, but then we decided to change that plan. We were young then and stubborn. Though it wasn’t allowed, we went on a hike all by ourselves, leaving our tour guide behind. We went deep into the woods for the reason that we wanna experience s.ex in that kind of place and atmosphere. But before we could even get heated with our f.oreplay, an eerie howl reverberated across the woods. We ignored it, and continued enjoying each other.

As a citizen in Mexico, there is two words you got to fear most. Except and unless you do not value your life any more, oh yeah! ‘THE BLOODS’ is the only two words that causes cold chill to run down Mexican citizens’ spine. They fear the words like any one would fear death and they always try their possible best not to have any thing in common with it. The bloods are the most callous and dangerous association in Mexico, even the government has failed many times to bring them down.

When I saw above me, Aisha was stroking her hand on my head, and she looked like she had been beaten up. 'Where are we?’ I mind link her and she let go of a gasp then immediately covered her mouth to look behind where I couldn't see because I was tied and laying next to her on the sofa. ‘That man who you were working with took us all here, it is in Mexico. Dolores, we are in a small city with a lot of horrible people, poachers, hunters, rogues, and dealers. The horrible kind, the ones who would sell you just cause they feel bored. We are in a lot of trouble if we don’t have a new plan soon.’ Once she finishes behind me, a double door opens, and in comes a really young girl, no more than the

******************************** the street was slightly dark and empty, the only noise that could be heard where that of crickets and frogs the cold night breeze blew past my skin and I shivered, I could feel the Goosebumps growing in on me it was about 8:00 in the night, for some unexplainable reasons, people here at Mexico slept really early the streetlights were all over the road unshed tears found their way through my cheeks, i was still in my nightwear and I didn't have enough time to actually pick up a sweater to cover up, I was freezing. maybe this is what I deserve maybe this is the universe way to punish me for my sins maybe I am not fit to be in this world Fresh tears fall free w

I worked my way a hair closer. “They wouldn’t get away with it in a movie,” he said, his voice turning dreamy. “After pulling that shit, their truck would like break down on some side road. They’d be totally alone out there, and they’d be all pissing themselves and shit. And then, WHAM! Fuckin’ machete to the temple! Or zombies come out of the corn rows and rip out their guts, or fuckin’ werewolves or—” “That why you like those movies so much?”

"They raped her in front of him and then hacked her into little pieces while she screamed, or at least screamed until she died. It didn't stop them, and they continued cutting her until only a bloody, unrecognizable mess remained. They beheaded El Señor with a serrated knife while he screamed and drowned in his own blood. To make it worse, if that's possible, they filmed the entire nightmare. They sent that video to the next person's family they kidnapped so they would know what happens when you don't pay." I look at Gomez. He's staring at the same bookcase I was earlier. Tears slide over his cheeks and he doesn't bother wiping them away. I have seen very few men cry in my life and never wou