Scary Hmong Stories Novels & Stories

They watched the couple from afar for their reactions. “Waaaaaaa!” Hoonie screamed. He was so shocked and then he stood up from the bench. He was really scared. He thought there were some bad spirits or ghosts around. Sheena looked at him and worried. She stood up and checked if he was okay. “Are you okay, Hoonie?” Sheena asked and worried about him. Hoonie was so pale. But he acted cool and pretended that he was not scared at all. He cleared his throat and looked away from Sheena. “Um, yeah, Sheena. I am okay.” Hoonie lied. ‘What was that? Why did these balloons suddenly pop out? I think this amusement park is haunted.’ Hoonie thought and assumed.

Joy was crying out aloud. "Joy. Take a deep breath, Calm down."Christ was holding her daughter’s hands. "Do you still remember the story I told you about the Habitat of Shamans?" "Of course I do. You never stopped talking about it when I was young." For as long as Joy could remember, her father loved to tell her about all kinds of legends about the Habitat of Shamans, an ancient and mysterious wonderland. She recalled that there were also Shamans who could understand cat’s language. Joy looked at her father and turned round to look at Baby, it occurred to her that her bedtime story had come true.

** My hands were firm on the steering wheel as Mikael and I journeyed through the darkened road. It had been one hour of us in the car, the city turning into country and the road transitioning into dirt and moist earth beneath my car's wheels. We kept conversation minimal the first hour because we were both nervous. Mikael, however, was more anxious than I was. He had never been to the Bayou of the Shunned, but like everyone else, had heard tales about the cursed swamp and the witch that ruled over it as its Supreme Sorceress. Sajida was the bedtime story mambos and houngans told their kids about to keep them in line; in the black community, Sajida was "that" woman that the children of voodo

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.

I jump when a voice suddenly dooms from behind me. "It's unusual to see people here,” a man says from behind me. Standing up straight, I turn to see who's there. My eyes land on a tall young man with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. "Why wouldn't people come here?" I question in confusion. "A long time ago, this part of the woods was inhabited by tribespeople known as the Sceneca. The people of the city feared them because they were different, and the Sceneca were killed because of this. This place was where the deed was done. Many people of the city avoid coming here because they are under the belief that they will be cursed by angry tribesmen,” the young man tells the story with a faraway l

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.

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.

"Is it so scary?" Hana asked Henry curiously. Henry's panicked expression was accusing him, his face pale, his eyes unbelievably panicked. Hana stood still, waiting for Henry to settle down, and asked, "Is that store scary?" Henry said fearfully, "It's a store for the abandoned. Those who entered it became criminals of the entire Quansi continent. Hana, the fact that we came in here will spread all over the place," "No one knows we got in here," Hana reassured Henry.

I take a deep breath as I feel the sand under my feet. I couldn't help but think of what this meant, he didn't want to be friends, and I didn't want to be together…so where did that leave us? Then this crazy, crazy explanation for this meltdown he had right after I told him I hated him. Well, whatever that was… I'd have to ask my uncle about those Haida stories about people shifting into creatures…but then again they are just ‘made up’ stories— I just couldn't shake those horrific sounds, Kol in pain and him telling me to shoot to kill him. It all didn't make any sense.

I don’t even want to tell her about the exhausting day that I had. “…” She gave me a hard and piercing stare that meant she wants to hear everything even if I don’t want to tell her. “A monster killed one of my co-teachers. It’s called a winged-ghoul and it could detach its torso from its legs. I’ve never heard of one or even seen one before but it apparently feed on pregnant women.” “Oh my, how dreadful is that. Did it hurt you?” “No, I said I’m fine. We easily killed the thing.”