Scariest Folklore Novels & Stories

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

He utter with a frightening face. "You should learn how to control your eating habits in terms of like this. Aurora added noticing how hungry he was that his stomach began to rumbling. "Who's ready for a scary folktales? Scarlett ask as everyone raise up their hands. "Okay... Okay... Okay! Not so fast, so here it goes. "I will be starting with the tales of a " four friends" once upon a time, there was this four friends who school in a boarding school. The first friend where so obsessed in finding out something he saw at the school earlier so he woke his four friends up as they follow him to the place. Out of curiosity, he touch the status which he was so obsessed and suspicious at because th

Aurelia said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "that her soul still seeks revenge against werewolves." "That's just superstition," Alaric said, but he didn't sound entirely convinced. "Ghost stories to scare children." Thelma said dramatically. "In the old parts of the manor. In mirrors especially. They say if you see her, and if she notices you, you're marked." "Marked for what?" Nicole asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Death," Thelma said bluntly. "She'll suck out your soul bit by bit and make you watch as she kills everyone you love, torture you with visions and nightmares until you're begging for death."

The fear made some of the locals religious and fetish taking offerings to the edge of the town’s limits or to the mountains to ward off the spirits. No one knows what the demons look like and whoever gets to find out what they are, either ends up dead or mauled, of course there have been stories and rumors about the creatures of the night that comes out on all fours. They travel beneath the moon, and they are dangerous and lethal. No one knows their name or what they are and they do not want to either, their mind is only filled with fear as they listened to their claws and growls scraping their doors and windows as they pretend to sleep...

There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.

The moon shines fully, illuminating the darkness outside and providing a glint of light to Svetlana’s eyes as she stared up at it while she sat on a bench with Ahrio next to her. “There’s a legend in Southeast Asian countries that whenever it’s the full moon, ghosts, monsters and other scary supernatural beings appear and roam the world of the living. Do you know that?” Svetlana shared one of those horror stories she had heard from her childhood. Smiling, she glanced at Ahrio and caught him just staring at her face like he’s engrossed about everything about her. “Really? Do those supernatural beings include goddesses? Coz I’m definitely seeing one right now.”

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"

I started the journey, I walked for two hours, and I wasn’t scared as I had my sword, my backpack and myself. I got to the river. I was thinking of sleeping there but then I started hearing voices and it seemed like the cold night river. I have heard about that river and how it can be. It is a place where spirits roam but it is famous for the Tell Tale spirit. The Tell-Tale spirit is a spirit that appears to tell you your future and it is always bad, it rarely comes out though, it has been disregarded as one of those old stories. I turned around to get away from the river and then it became extremely foggy all of a sudden and cold too, fear gripped me immediately and I knew I was in for it.

The second one made more sense but it was also the one that I had the most doubt in being the truth because of the duration and everything happening and what I was hearing that I didn't know before. I had given up on finding anything in the local libraries or even on the internet because everything that came up in searches was folklore and creepy stories of people who swear they have seen the undead and everything else parents use to scare us, children, into behaving ourselves. Some of the sites I had ended up on had seriously scared me a lot more than the three men who had turned into vicious beasts and nibbled on a moving car's tyres.

“Oh God!” Out of everything that I’d learned after turning into a vampire, the stories of the Elders and their Death Squad had scared me the most. Because anyone who came in contact with the Death Squad didn’t live to tell the tale, there weren’t many knows facts but from what I’d heard from the whispers, they were the ghosts in the shadows, the boogeyman of the vampire race and anyone who came into contact with them died a painful death.