Novel & Cerita Scary Legends

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

The legends spoke of their eradication millennia ago, but could they have returned? As days turned into weeks, the team pursued every lead. They scoured desolate landscapes, interviewed terrified inhabitants, and pieced together a fragmented narrative. The whispers, it seemed, were targeting specific individuals, prey upon their deepest fears and insecurities, and amplifying them into a torrent of negativity.

Something close to fear. "You really want to know?" she asked. Lucas leaned forward. "Tell us." Lila took a breath. "Have you ever heard the legends of the Madredard Drakkons?" Jake scoffed. "You mean those ancient monsters? The ones from fairy tales?" Lila shook her head. "They weren’t fairy tales. They were real." Lucas stared at her. "What proof do you have?" "The Witches of Weddard told me," she said simply.

"I don't know." But the answer felt obvious. Too obvious. Rachel entered the room before anyone could say more. Her eyes moved between us. "You all look like you've seen a ghost." Nobody laughed. Emily pushed the book toward her. Rachel skimmed the page quickly. Something unreadable flashed across her face. Then it disappeared. "Old stories," she said. Her tone sounded casual. Too casual. Emily frowned. "These aren't stories." Rachel shrugged. "They're legends. Every pack has them." I noticed Lucas watching her carefully.

"I'm looking for information about the town's history, particularly anything unusual or supernatural." She peered at me over her glasses, her eyes narrowing. "You're not the first one to come asking about that, you know. There's an old legend that's been passed down through generations. Some say it's just a tale, but others believe there's truth to it." My curiosity piqued, and I leaned closer, eager for any tidbit of information. "What legend?" "The legend of the Silverwood Curse," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of caution and excitement. "It's said that those afflicted by the curse turn into vicious beasts under the light of the full moon. They become... werewolves."

It startled me. Son of a rotten egg! I was startled when a tall man wearing a black hood and holding a long scythe appeared before me. I pushed myself backwards with my feet and hands when I realized what kind of creature it was. "D-Death? Is that you? The one who fetch souls on Earth?” I stammered, and it made him laugh out loud because I couldn't finish what I was going to say because I was so shocked and scared. “Everyone really stutters every time they see my handsome face!” he exclaimed.

My hands started strumming whatever melody he wanted me to play before the lyrics started spilling from my mouth. I'm sorry to say, but today is your death day The air is thick with rot and decay Your blood will paint the cold, cracked floor Dripping like echoes from the hands before Whispers crawl from the cracks in the wall Laughter distorts a sickening call The lights flicker, the shadows Bend This isn't a dream; this is the end Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you A sick grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out and so will your veins

I showed her my scar of where the weird bite was. “Oh my God!” she screeched and looked at the bite. “It’s a vampire!” she said. I couldn’t stop my laughing. “Yeah, right, and I am Elena Gilbert” “I’m serious! There’s all these legends about them in Europe.” “Myths to scare children and tourists, I don’t believe it.” “Now, Skinwalkers, I have heard of those, and my friend had visual evidence, she used to live in the Appalachian Mountains in Tennessee. There’s a lot of evil creatures there for some odd reason.”

“Don’t,” Don’t what? Run? Say I told you so? But before I can ask, the girl’s shrill scream fills the entire house. It’s ear splitting and brain numbing. Oh shit. My question of her being a pawn or a player is answered. I never came across one of them before, but the legends are fearsome. A banshee’s scream can immobilize, permanently deafen and in some cases, kill.