Scary Stories Mexican Novels & Stories

Cold sweat starts blanketing my skin while the air-conditioner is congealing that sweat fast. He continues, “It was about five years ago. We were vacationing in Acapulco, Mexico. It happened in broad daylight in La Quebrada. Our initial plan was to do some cliff diving, but then we decided to change that plan. We were young then and stubborn. Though it wasn’t allowed, we went on a hike all by ourselves, leaving our tour guide behind. We went deep into the woods for the reason that we wanna experience s.ex in that kind of place and atmosphere. But before we could even get heated with our f.oreplay, an eerie howl reverberated across the woods. We ignored it, and continued enjoying each other.

I frowned in confusion, my ears eager to be fed "what were the whispers about?" She shrugged "usual stuffs that we've been hearing over here, increase of death rate on the streets" Okay she lost me for the bit. Why is she telling me the problems of the Mexicans? "How is the increased death rate in Mexico any of my business? Don't you think I have enough to worry about over here?"

** 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

I’m sure everyone knows somethings going on between us but I’m starting not to care. “It’s time to tell ghost stories!!” Becca announces. Anybody got a good one? Everyone looks around but no one volunteers. “Oh shit! What about that night we watched the Gremlins.” Michael says I know exactly what he’s talking about. One of the scariest nights of our lives. “Oh man that was scary tell it Becca!” Christopher yells and everyone’s intrigued. “Rosalie tells it best she remembers the details better because she’s older.” Becca says

she commented. “Well… actually there is more…” I laughed feeling awkward about throwing everything on her at once. Fortunately, she was way to excited hearing about my quite supernatural stories to tell me to stop. I even thought she might have been memorizing my words for the sake of writing scenarios in the future. Unfortunately, there was nothing romantic about my last night's experience, it sounded more like a scene from a horror movie. I kept trembling even reminiscing those moments I was Immara.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

Six teenagers stopped their car in front of an abandoned house in Minnesota. They are a group of TikTokers who often create horror-themed live streaming content. According to rumors, everyone who occupies this house will end up dying tragically. Whether it's real or just a rumor, the fact is that everyone who lives in this house always dies in a tragic way. "Here we go!" Max said excitedly. "Eiden, are you sure we're going to live here?" asked Elly who was sitting at the back with doubt.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

But what she heard next was even better. “There may be a way to help your mother,” the professor said when he stopped flipping through the pages. “At least, if what's written here is true.” Leesa leaned forward, scarcely believing her ears. A way to help her mom? Wow. “What does it say?” “It's an account from a farmer in Mexico back in the late 1800s, about his wife. He writes that soon after suffering a strange puncture wound in her neck, which his wife said came from a man who bit her, she began behaving strangely.”

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.