Mothman Stories Novels & Stories

"I just want us to arrive soon because the residents said that there's a mysterious creature that likes to roam around on full moon nights. And everyone is hiding at home right now. So we should seek shelter immediately." "Don't you scare me, I don't believe in such things. You're also a human being so if the story is true then you will hide earlier instead of going to the bar." "What if I'm not a human? What if I'm the mysterious creature that's being talked about?" "You're just full of crap. I'm a logical person. I only believe in evidence not stories." As if to confirm the truth of Ryker's story, there was a very long wolf howl, overpowering the sound of their bikes.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

“They watch these murder shows on TV and they think of big ugly men with junk food guts and rusty knives stuck through their belts. They hear about maimed hookers and shallow graves. Most people like to believe the worst, especially if it’s about something they’ve never seen up close.” The truckers we’ve caught rides with have almost always had big laughs and outrageous stories. They tell us about their backroad breakdowns, their close shaves. The crazies and the lonelies and the loons who cross their paths. Stress and booze, and what booze does when folks are stressed. They know all about lunatics, and even more about angels. A few told us about their encounters with wild animals, late at n

She looks disgusted that Walker had to eat some of Mia’s concoction which makes me laugh harder. She smiles, “Oh, that sounds... fun.” She chuckles, “And what story did the guys tell you?” She asks, my eyes go wide. “Mom, it was such a messed-up story. Kind of made me nervous being in a room full of werewolves. I’m seventeen and it freaked me out. Apparently, it’s a bedtime story for the young werewolves around here. Have you heard the story of the moon man?” I ask. I see her face turn sour but is replaced by a small smile. “Yes, I’ve heard it. Finish your food and go start on your homework.” She says and then walks up to her room. Okay? That was weird. Maybe she doesn’t like the moon man st

That makes Owen a nice chunk of change on the side. Walking towards his work shop out behind the motel, he passes the newest guests that checked in last night. Three teenage boys and two girls. They are making a documentary of locations across the country that had been the scene of a grizzly crime. They were telling him that they had already filmed nearly one hundred places, the most famous being the Lizzie Borden house, the Amityville Horror House, Ed Gein's house, Jeffery Dahmer's house, and the Vallisca Ax Murder House. They told him they were on there way to California to see the Manson Mansion. Owen feigned interest before politely slipping away before they could ask him to 'say a few w

"Please Logan, its a tradition." His purple eyes pierce my own and his annoyance turns to a smile. "Of course mom, you know I'm only messing" He sits quietly, flipping through the newspaper when a frown appears on his face. "Mom, have you seen this?" I knew exactly what he was talking about, Damien and I had already seen it. Witches, wolves and vampires were being found dead all over the place. Not just one here and there, but twenty or thirty at a time, like someone was targetting our kind.

After the murders, when the police agency, which at that time, was investigating the death of a maid, who tripped and fell, hitting her head, Hathori in his quest to destroy that family's life began to dig, then he discovered the story of two maids, i mean the nannies, within 4 years of each other, the nanny died when Richard was 12, the first maid died, when Richard was 4. According to stories that everyone heard over the years, it was that the boy was a murderous psychopath without feelings, they said that when he didn't attack people, he killed animals. Some cases of accidents, disappearances and even people found dead in the surroundings, were eaten, pushed. That was the side effect of a

Amerie blinked, but held her tongue. Tyler let out a shaky breath. “My grandmother used to tell me the stories her grandmother told her. For years, the Wolf Man was hailed as the protector and bridge between the gods and the earth. No one knows why, but one day he started to steal people away in the night. There would be blood, but no bodies. Only paw prints leading into the woods, and they’d eventually change to footprints. Then, the Wolf Man would show up covered in blood and claim to have saved the people, but those that disappeared were never seen again. He never said what he was supposedly protecting them from; he’d just say something evil was present. This went on for years. The people

Chris asked, sounding almost amused. The woman nodded solemnly, lowering her voice as if not to be overheard even though there was no one else around. “It’s been plaguing our town for months now. Strange noises in the night, objects moving on their own, people seeing things that aren’t there. Scares away most folks. Some say it came from Moonshine Manor.” “Moonshine Manor?” I repeated. “Where Alpha Fabian lives?” “Yes,” she replied. “It’s a big old place with lots of history. They say it was built on an ancient burial ground. Perfect for a demon to set up shop, if you ask me.”