Scariest Folklore Stories Novels & Stories

It was neither the waves of the enormous ocean that would seem to swallow them whole if they ever tried to leave. No. It was far worse than those combined. Deep within the trees lies something dark, cursed, and wicked. Fyn always remembers the tales that seemed to run around the town whenever nightfall reached them. Tales about why the forests always sounded like a woman had been screaming inside there all night long. There were also cautionary tales about what might happen if an individual who had no business walking there would stumble upon the entrance of Gashea's forest.

They gathered the children of the village around a crackling bonfire and began to tell a story that sent shivers down everyone's spines. "Children," began Oliver's father in a hushed voice, "gather 'round and listen closely to the tale of 'The Whispering Shadows'." A time long ago, the villagers spoke of a hidden corner of the forest where ancient, twisted trees grew close together, creating a sinister canopy that blocked out the sunlight. Legend had it that this place was home to creatures known as the Whispering Shadows. These shadows were said to be spirits of misbehaved children who had ventured too far into the forest, never to return.

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.

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

"I must say, Dr. Barron, your request was... unusual. Not many people want to go to that part of the jungle. It's said to be... haunted." Isabel's heart skipped a beat. "Haunted? Tell me you're not superstitious, Raul? Our last guide abandoned us in the night. It was pure luck we found our way back to the river and our boat." Raul flashed her a blindingly white smile as he popped his gum. "Me? No, not at all. But," his eyes darted around, as if checking for eavesdroppers. When he spoke, his voice was low. "There are stories, old stories, about people who are not quite people. They say they can take the form of jaguars, that they guard the deepest secrets of the forest. Most think they're jus

The whole sky black making me more scared. I am not type of a person who gets scared easily... "Ahhhh" I screamed as kept my leg on some object. It could be a snake for God's sake. I removed my leg slowly from the object or the snake only to sign in relief. It's just a stick. "Buddy please we should go inside now.. Mom will definitely scold me once she realise I was out of the forest. What if she won't ever realise we are out of forest. She might be searching for us inside the forest only. We should definitely go now. What if we won't ever go back. What if a vampire suck our blood till we become dry or even worse what if a ghost appear and eat us. What if-"

Kat POV I had heard the stories of men who turned into beasts on nights where the full moon is high in the sky. Stupid stories filled with tales of curses and blood oaths with the devil, no doubt embellished by the old gypsy fortunetellers who told the tales from the darkness of the alleys in Rome. I had never once thought to believe any of them, filing them away securely as one of the many myths old ladies tell to keep the young girls wary of men.

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

He then began to tell a story that Hana thought absolutely doesn't make sense. *** "Don't come out at sunset if you don't want to be kidnapped by a witch." Long ago, when her grandfather was still alive, he used to scare Hana with that sentence every time Hana come home late because she was too busy playing. The sentence that when she was more mature she considered a delusion but surprisingly actually did exist. The witch that Hana considers a fairy tale turns out to be a real creature roaming around her. Even with other creatures such as vampires and werewolves.