Pinoy Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

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.

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

Dagdag na kuwento SERYE (Bonus Story) UMAGA ng sabado ay may natuklasan na namang bangkay ng tao sa di gaanong kalayuan mula sa amin, agad akong bumangon at tinawagan ang aking kaibigan na si Tonton upang mapuntahan namin ang nasabing bangkay. Pagdating namin doon ay pungkulan ang mga taong nakikiusyoso, naroon na ang mga taong barangay at mga pulis upang mag imbestiga.

Everyone starts talking all at once and the whole room suddenly becomes as noisy as an actual high school class. Mrs. Montemayor starts telling Mrs. Arboleda about a horror movie she watched, Turistas, which revolved around organ harvesting. Another mother is telling another seatmate – “This is true, I swear on my husband’s life” – that a friend of a friend of hers told her that, in San Pedro, Laguna, the lifeless body of a Grade 3 student was discovered. Both the girl’s eyes had been plucked out and there was 30, 000 pesos’ worth of bills stuffed in her mouth. A third stout mother tells her seatmates on either side of her that, in Ibaan, Batangas, a Grade 9 student was taken while she was w

“We will simply talk.” “Ooh, this is a first for me.” Erin giggled and Akira scoffed, which was noticed by the elder right away. “Ah, a cynic dragged along by her friend who believes in the art of fortune-telling. I haven’t seen a pair like this in months.” He laughed and nodded to himself. “My regulars call me Manong Niño.” “Nice to meet you, Manong Niño!” Erin exclaimed and then pointed to herself and her friend. “I’m Erin and this is Akira. I’m normal, while she can talk to ghosts.”