Scary Stories Mexican Novels & Stories

He added, "I've told you that wasting food is strictly prohibited in our factory. If you don't want to end up like her, you'd better eat up." I watched them coldly as they trembled, slowly lifting the covers off their plates. Almost immediately, their horrified screams filled the air. On their plates were arms, thighs, and fingers. There were enough body parts to form a whole person. Only then did I realize they weren't as scary as I had thought. It turned out that even those stronger than me could still feel fear. Right then, I spoke up, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Each part tastes different. If you're curious, you can swap pieces and try each other's."

He most definitely has the house in some sort of 24 hours surveillance. Mary frowned her face, to show she was unhappy. "So where else can we go?" "Thinking of going to the werewolves territory now gives me the creeps", she said. She had a genuine concern. "Look how you miscalculated going to Mexico City. We couldn't even stay there a week and had to run for our lives. How are you sure this won't turn out even worse and by worse I mean us being killed?", she asked. She knew once they walked into the werewolves territory, there was no walking out. They would be spotted by the werewolf scouts and captured. If their visit is unwelcome, they could even become meals for the vampire hybrids.

Mathias watched her closely, his posture stiff and alert as he waited for her to speak. “A guy and his buddies travelled over to Mexico to observe some moon festival and later one was cursed and turned into a vampire who killed almost all the villagers while his two friends were turned into werewolves to stop their friend," Clara continued, her voice growing more animated with each passing word. "What's that his name again Er...Eric right?”

Everyone in the grave realm looked like they were from so many different places and times and despite being born ghosts, they all had stories from where they would have lived. Cassidy tried to get his attention but he just ignored her. He told her he had no place to talk while they were busy with the feast. As Cassidy looked around the table she recognised a lot of the food. The pan de muerto and atole looked so good and that’s when it hit. The grave realm must have been built from inspiration from Mexico.

He could scent anything even if it had been magically concealed. "What?" I asked "Dude. Why the Fuck do you smell like a Nahual?" he asked in a low tone. "A Nahual?" I repeated confused. "An ancient Mexican animal shape shifter." He replied as if it was obvious. My mind flashed back to Emillo and the feelings I had around him being strange. "Oh shit." Jinx growled in my mind link. "

“But I can’t. The boys. They keep nagging me. Night and day. They keep telling me what I can and can’t do. I’m not a child. I don’t want to move into an old folks’ home or a nursing home, but the boys won’t stop.” On their first trip to Mexico, they saw the catacombs. They stayed in Mexico City on November 2nd because Maria wanted to see the Day of the Dead up close. They watched parades with hundreds of people dressed as the Coqueta Catrina and the Elegant Catrin, wearing exquisite

She would always try to run to him but before she could reach, he would completely vanish. She had screamed, hoping someone would hear her and rescue her, just like he always did. But the only things she hears are the echoes of her own screams. Then, she'd see the red-headed woman, Lupe. Standing faraway, her white dress soaked with blood. She would stare at her and smile, stretching out her hands to her, just before a weird creature would stab her right there and she would vanish, just like dust. It has been really scary, Amelia wouldn't lie. Maybe she's dead and didn't make it to heaven and ended up in hell, because this place is pure hell, filled with terrifying loud screams.

When I come out, in my sleeping clothes, I see the hotel sheets on the balcony, being stepped on by pillows and others hanging by shoelaces. Confused, I approach this one and when I open the door, the three of them scream in fright to the point of putting down the small flashlight that Aitana had in her hands. "You scared us to death" complains Aitana and the children look agitated. "What are you guys supposed to be doing?" I ask confused. "Being in China, we were doing this with nice stories, but, today the kids decided it was time to turn the page and get us into scary stories" says Aitana and I fold my arms.

I said with calmness. “Then, I will go now, 3……... .2……” I was counting, but interrupted by his scream. “How dare you? You are this little thing!” He said angrily from the other end. “I dare to!” I exclaimed. And the man on the other end paused. “Do you know why?” I asked, and I heard no response. “Let me tell you,” I said. “Because the person you want to scare is the only son of Franco Lopez and also Bryan with an empire!” I exclaimed. “I'm not scared of you people!” The man screamed, but I could sense how scared he was.

I remember all this while sipping a glass of wine, the best wine in Latin America, we were in Mexico looking for evidence of the Llorona, and I had the idea that that spirit was a Banshee, a female spirit that announces death according to Irish mythology. "Sir, we found information about the Alpha experiment" a man indicated to me as he approached me from behind. I was enjoying the view in the warm place, I look at him sideways and then fold my arms. "I have been falsely led several times to my Alpha experiment, I don't think this one is very real unless there is proof of it" I clarify to the young man. He shows me an image on his phone of a business and automotive advertisement which catche