Scariest Folklore Novels & Stories

It would be foolish to risk him having a clue and shutting up. “We have always been there. Ever since good has existed, there has also been evil. Edimmu, Jiang Shi, Ghoul. We were called Draugr in the Nordic countries. They have called us different things through time, but we are the same and with the sole purpose of creating fear in people so that they appreciate the good and correct. Some of us, however, have been just a bit theatrical, Lamia and Lillith, for example”. "What has that got to do with the pact ?"

According to her, it was a story used to scare and caution children in their times, but with time nobody heard of these stories again. Stories of scary creatures coming out from the pit of hell to torment mankind. Creatures who once rose from the darkness - seeking domination over the earth, wanting revenge on mankind. It was just in tiny pieces because she didn't recall the full story but she remembered the mark and the creatures who bore them. It was a magical mark - and the names of these creatures are Vorlak.

Sylvie was slightly furious. "What, are you belittling me just because I'm a woman?!" Ifor smirked but ignored her as he walked straight toward Frank. In just two steps, they all heard a noisy rustle of bushes and turned to find a dozen glowing eyes glaring at them. "I-Is that a ghost?" Scar asked, afraid. "Ghost, my ass." Ifor snorted in annoyance. "There's no such thing—it must be some animal. The old man was right—there's something strange on this hill!"

She asked in a whisper. You’re not, Rina said after a pause, but most wouldn’t dare speak it out loud. Sophia looked up at her, her eyes wide with quiet horror, What do you mean? There are old legends, my Lady, Rina whispered, glancing at the shadows along the walls. Whispers of spirits that attach themselves to grief, jealousy, and guilt. Spirits that don’t feed on flesh but on the mind. You think something followed me? Sophia’s voice was barely above a whisper, heavy with dread.

The eerie silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before someone nervously spoke up. "I've seen something like this in a book. If I'm not mistaken, this is a dark magic from Jordale called the Flying Head Demon. It's incredibly evil. It requires the blood of a living being to fuel it. Once perfected, it can make the head fly, crawl on walls, and kill without leaving a trace."

Fuck him, I wasn't scared of him. A growl rumbled out of his throat as he took a step towards me and it was so animalistic that it had the memory of the night before rushing into my head and making me dizzy. I'd thought I hallucinated everything, but what if I didn't, what if it was all real and Dearil, a name that stuck to my brain like glue was just keeping me until it got hungry for a hot meal? There had been a lot of folklore of men turning into animals that it was not an absurd notion to believe In, and with the way Etral forest had been shut off from the rest of the world, there was no doubt that it might actually be because of these monsters.

Sofia laughed, "This is really something out of the movies. Sergio appealed - You, Sofia, can be more stubborn than your mother. -What amazes me most, Dad, is that you believe in optical illusions more than in what your eyes saw. Silence was the answer. For now. On the other side of town in a Victorian style house, on a queen size bed, Malvina researches in her notebook everything about the latest cases involving possible creatures, and what she sees and reads does not please her at all. There are several cases in which people claim to have seen the 'hairy beasts with steel claws'; others speak of the blood-eyed creatures; not to mention the photos of footprints of unusual size for wolves. T

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

“You mean, like, ghosts and stuff?” Skye laughed, and, after the slight stress of earlier, and the overwhelming fear of the attacks before that, it was a beautiful, musical sound. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. The Pagans would carve faces into pumpkins and put them outside, to ward away negative energy – and evil spirits. Supernatural creatures, too. Some people believed that the pumpkin’s faces were like masks, making the inhabitants look like demons to the creatures of Hell that walked the earth.