Mga Kwento Ng Kalibugan Novels & Stories

susog ni Jorge na ibig simulan pa ni Sam ang kwento tungkol kay RiaMae. Gusto niyang malaman kung ano talaga ang nangyari sa dalawa. "Hanggang doon lang ang ibinayad mo sakin, kaya iyon lang ang ikinuwento ko. Kung dudugtungan ko pa, hahaba na, at may masasangkot pang ibang babae. Ibang kwento na iyon, at syempre, iba na ang bayad." nakangising ani Sam na ibig makagulang.

Sambit ni Heneral Cognan saka nagmadaling tumakbo palabas ng palasyo. Naghahanda na ang buong hukbo ng Sylverstein sa pagdating ng mga Kalaban, sa labas ng palasyo ay naka hilira na ang libo libong mga Kawal at sa itaas naman ng mataas na sementong bakod ng kaharian ay nakalatag din ang libo libong mga mamamana na siyang handa na’t nakasindi na ang kanilang mga palaso. Ilang sandali pa ay may isa na namng hukbo ang sumulpot mula sa di kalayuang tuktok ng bundok na siyang mas lalo pang nagpagulo sa mga kawal ng Sylverstein.

+++++++++ STORY 1: The Child The place that my ex-husband and I lived (we have already been separated for almost a decade) at the time when I was pregnant with Rica was somewhere hidden but had plenty of well-known stories about aswang, tiktik, and manananggal. There were many of them seen in that particular town and a lot of people have become victims of these folklore carnivores. One of those cases has even been broadcasted on a local news show- one 5-6-year-old child was slaughtered right inside his own room… The nanny let in a stranger who was asking for water, and she and her charge were the only ones at home at the time. She invited him in and while she was getting the glass of water f

" singit ko na kinatawa naman nilang dalawa. Hindi na naubusan ng kwento ang magulang ko habang kasama namin s'ya. Simula sa lamesa, habang kumakain, hanggang sa sofa, at habang nanunuod ng TV. Sa buong mag-hapon na nasa bahay lang ay wala s'yang ibang ginawa kundi ang makipagkwentuhan lang sa parents ko. Halos lahat na ng nangyari sa'kin simula ng isilang ako, hanggang sa edad kong 'to ay nakwento na nila Mama. Nahihiya man ay hindi ko na sila pinigilan dahil nakita kong masayang-masaya naman s'ya na kausap ang magulang ko.

We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school. We lived in the rural part of Lagos State and I was looking for the best school around the house. I didn't want a school far from home. I had already written down the list of schools in the area and the next school on the list was, "CROWNSTAR HIGHSCHOOL", the school sounds interesting though.

“What's that mean?” Cali shook her head. “Dunno. It's like the name of the tribe, or everyone's last name or something. Like a clan or a cult, maybe.” An uncomfortable feeling began to gnaw at Leesa's stomach. “What kind of stories?” “Oh, some are totally ridiculous, like human sacrifices and stuff. I remember one time after school, this jerk loser dropout, Nick Nedland, decided it would be fun to bust a water balloon on one of the Mastons. The guy looked so angry, I thought he was going to deck Nick on the spot. I swear you could see steam coming off him, he was so hot. A few days later, Nick disappeared. The story started going around that the Maston kid had killed him, but I think Nick pr

bulong niya sa huling sinabi. "Balita ko dito sa lugar na 'to, maraming namatay lalo na noong World War II. Maraming na-salvage at basta-basta na lang itinatapon ang kanilang mga bangkay. Kaya marami rin ang nakaranas dito ng mga nakatatakot na pangyayari. Madalas may umiiyak, naglalakad na may hila-hilang kadena o babaeng nababalot sa dugo ang mukha-" Hindi na niya pinatapos si Martin sa kahindik-hindik nitong kwento. Inisang hakbang niya ang passenger seat at ang kalsada.

Hindi nauubos ang mga baong kwento ko. Minsan si lolo ang nagkukwento tungkol sa karanasan niya sa buhay. Hindi namin namalayan na lunch break na pala kung hindi pa kumatok ang dalawa kong pinsan. Sa lamesa ay sabay kami kumain kasama ang mga pinsan at tita ko. Kulang na lang ay sila mama at papa.

But then I looked back at Bridge. “What stories?” I asked. “The ones about you and the guys.” She said. “The princess and her three prince.” Kel who had heard her, now got involved in the conversation. “Wait. You’ve heard this too?” I asked him. “Of course. We all did growing up. It’s an old wives tale. Just a bedtime story for kids…. But it also happens to be true .. at least parts of it.” He told me. “Well what is it?” I asked.

The Bali Girls of course accepted him wholeheartedly afterwards, especially because he and their outside blocker Trish are actually an item now, but, and at Babylee’s own suggestion, he no longer joined their sleepovers. From Mrs. Lapuz, Kate had heard stories about an unspecified hometown as Kate was growing up. During bedtime storytelling, Mrs. Lapuz, who liked going all out, getting into character and changing her voice, told her tales a la Hansel and Gretel, but the grimmer and definitely scarier version because it sounded like it had been lifted from real-life superstition – or what was, in Kate’s own words, “rural legends”, because they retained distinct motifs of countryside animism.