Novel & Cerita Scary Hmong Stories

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

A series of laughter that sounded like a pack of hyenas crying echoed through the crowd. I stumbled back, my back hitting the big tree. Fear spread from my spine to my whole body. I was cornered and surrounded by no other beings but rogues. Stories I have heard of them began to flash in my mind. Dangerous, and wild. They were wolves that have lost themselves and their wolves. Their humanity is long gone, and they do and behave like wild beasts. They are stories that say that they are so insane that they even eat one of their own that dies.

“The man that Camila called her Mate. The man who came from the North was a Vampire.” I gaped at my parents unable to say anything. Beside me, I can see Mikey’s reaction which was a clear reflection of mine. We grew up with stories that will ensure us not even dare go in the direction of the path that leads to the North. The stories that we learned and know were not some kind of fairy tale that leads to the happy ever after. The stories that we were taught were brutal and always resulted in death.

I barely knew how she did what she did myself, but something told me it had something to do with the copious amounts of her blood I could smell on her. "That wasn't natural, Sol," Serin said softly. I knew he was trying not to anger me. He didn't want to insult Mia, but his confusion was understandable. "Don't you remember the old stories?" "The old stories?" Sarah asked as she looked up at both of us. "Fictional stories," I stressed to both of them. "Bedtime stories our mothers would tell us." "They were cautionary tales, Sol, of half-bloods who could wipe out entire villages and kingdoms if they chose to."

“Why is there blood coming out of the ground? This is terrifying!” “Oh my god! This place must be haunted! There are ghosts!” At that moment, the security team Jasmine had called arrived, pushing through the crowd. They surrounded the shaman, and shouted angrily, “You old fraud! What kind of trickery are you pulling here? Spreading lies and scaring people! Get out, or we’ll deal with you ourselves!”

And also, the way he cursed that girl makes Shin look so cute. "Yak guys!" she exclaimed, "Wait for me!" when she was far enough from Shin to have the shortest feet from her friends, so she left behind the other. Joon Woo, Hyun Ki, Dae Jun, and Myung Sik stop their sliding and wait for Hyang to approach them. "That’s so freaking scary..." said Hyang to her friends when she was standing between them. "What is that?" asked Joon Woo, curious. "Ahjussi (The uncle) who is yelling at me, really make me scared? It's more scary than meeting a ghost," said Hyang, frozen.

The shocking of all was that the Monster that was like to bite after using its knife was not, in fact, alone, and it wasn't finished yet for its blood thirst. They surrounded the place while their faces was well-covered by a blackness-to-redness hoods. They have a bloody eyes that Mariya accidentally see through, she could only be shaken when she realized how strange was these people were. Her poor Grandma was a victim for their strangeness! What are they? What they want that they have to killed Grandma?

"I want to examine the connection between San Francisco Chinese immigrants and lycanthropy. There was a burst of diagnosed Clinical Lycanthropy in the Chinatown population around the time stories about the Jiangshi, a more powerful undead creature than vampires, might have stirred lycanthropic behaviors among ethnic Chinese immigrants. I also want to learn if something distantly related these immigrants to the Children of the Moon." I smile internally at the irony of all this. Stefan seems startled as soon as the thought crosses my mind. I wonder if my facial expression gave my thoughts away. "Werewolves and the undead? That's what you're here for?" I paste on an expression that I hope convi

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

She hands a plate over to a pup who smiled, revealing their pearly milk teeth. “That's disgusting.” We finished distributing the refreshments and settled on a log of wood, watching the dancers move to the beat of the drums around the fire and the storytellers trying their best to scare the hell out of us. The trees were still, and the weather was cold, Nova inning onto me for warmth as we listened to the storyteller. “With a broken hand, she shifted into her-”. Thud. A man was thrown at the center of the gathering, his heart had been ripped out of his rib cage his limbs broken, and his bloody bones sticking out of his flesh. It was a horrific sight to see.