Scary Stories Mexican Novels & Stories

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.

Without warning, she pushed both fingers deep inside me in one smooth thrust. I gasped loudly, my head falling back against the wall. Lena immediately covered my mouth with her free hand. “Shhh,” she hissed, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “You don’t want Maya to hear her precious best friend getting finger-fucked by her big sister, do you?”

“Are you freaking kidding me?!” Mike blurted out. “Nope, and don’t yell. You’ll scare the fish.” “So, you are trying to make me believe that there is some kind of weird, supernatural zoo on the base?” “Yes, because there is. I have seen some of these things, and you would not believe some of them. I don’t believe some of them, and I saw them. I even had a pair of pants shredded by a chupacabra, and I don’t mean the dog-looking one. I am talking about the freaky, flying lizard, kangaroo kind of thing. It was the most bizarre thing I have ever seen in my life. On the bright side, Wren got me three new pairs of pants to replace the one that was shredded. I think he even felt bad that I had to c

It seemed that Sasha, talking to the disinformation agents, managed to cover up that zombies, mummies and crows, flying with scarecrows, began to haunt their killers around the city. More than half of murder cases would be solved there, if their killers didn't commit suicide first... - You are using the other dead to divert attention that the real target is Oswald, right? – Sasha questioned the women as they returned to the city, in their limousines. - This is better than a diplomatic incident and a new witch hunt or persecution against the two communities of vampires and werewolves. - The old vampire said. Even at that hour, the old werewolf ran from the cemetery, being chased by the crows,

My aunts look at my mother with a small smile and then back at me. "It's just a joke Fernando told," Aunt Margarita replies with a soft smile. "Tell him, let's go," she asks Fernando. I try to deny it and say it's unnecessary, but they don't seem to listen. "Well, a Mexican farmer was showing off his pepper plantation to a tourist," she begins, stifling a laugh. The tourist, seeing the red, fiery peppers, asked, "How do you know when the peppers are ready to harvest?" And then the farmer replied, "It's simple. If you bite into one and it cries, it's ready. If you bite into it and it cries, you better wait a little longer." He says, laughing, as if it were so funny his lips could split.

As a citizen in Mexico, there is two words you got to fear most. Except and unless you do not value your life any more, oh yeah! ‘THE BLOODS’ is the only two words that causes cold chill to run down Mexican citizens’ spine. They fear the words like any one would fear death and they always try their possible best not to have any thing in common with it. The bloods are the most callous and dangerous association in Mexico, even the government has failed many times to bring them down.

******************************** the street was slightly dark and empty, the only noise that could be heard where that of crickets and frogs the cold night breeze blew past my skin and I shivered, I could feel the Goosebumps growing in on me it was about 8:00 in the night, for some unexplainable reasons, people here at Mexico slept really early the streetlights were all over the road unshed tears found their way through my cheeks, i was still in my nightwear and I didn't have enough time to actually pick up a sweater to cover up, I was freezing. maybe this is what I deserve maybe this is the universe way to punish me for my sins maybe I am not fit to be in this world Fresh tears fall free w

Seeing the fear of death in his eyes, I understood that he would tell me everything seeing his death in front of him. "Please, don't burn me. I..I will tell you everything I know. I swear. Please. I just heard some people talking. It was last seen in North America, Louisiana. The vampire mafia is involved in this whole chaos. I heard my boss talking to people. The sorcerers who got their hands on that thing, they all ended up dead. Their bodies were torn apart. Until the vampires got it. That is all I know about that thing. Now please, just let me go." He said and started crying crazily. He was afraid. Anyone would be. When they know they have a dragon standing in front of them.

Forks dropped colliding with the ceramic plates as they both blinked rapidly staring at me wordlessly "I knew it! I wasn't the crazy one in the family. You guys won't believe this he actually teleported me all the way from Mexico and brought me here oh and you won't believe this the man who took my---" wait why am I being a blubber mouth what if they haven't seen Jack and are actually thinking I am crazy. Was I about to reveal the fact that I was raped?? "You guys are too silent, you both think I am crazy right?" I asked in a whisper fumbling with my hands

When my fingers are close enough, I brush them down her cheek. "So young. So naive. My dear little mouse, they talked about how big of a monster I am. They made it sound as if all werewolves are just as horrid. The humans are afraid...and what do humans do when they are afraid? They kill, my sweet pet. They kill. Even though we have been living side by side for thousands of years...that won't matter because they are scared," I say softly, and my little mouse actually blushes due to my touch.