Scary Stories Mexican Novels & Stories

he pleaded with tears in his eyes. "What are you to him?" "We trade humans for him," he is shivering in fear with his lips trembling. "To where?" Jade kept bumping him with questions. "To Mexico, the werewolves there do pay him for every human or she-wolves that he trades to them_" "He said Mexico," I mind link Jade and Jerome. "Then that means that the people that he works with are all from Mexico…… I mean the buyers," Jerome mumbled. "Where exactly in Mexico, don't lie because your life depends on your words," Jade threatened, causing him to shrink in fear.

“You are one funny kid. How could you even tell that?” My brows raised, “The guy shaking he was looking at those people up there,” my chin pointed to a huddle of people. “They are a cartel, right? If I wasn’t mistaken of the tattoos that elaborately adorn their bodies, there are from Santa Muertos. Which only means my guy owes them something and concludes my deduction but the way he was tapping his right foot.” I mimicked the motion the guy was doing. One Two. One. Two.One. Two. “Made it clearer, he’s someone's sister’s or daughter’s husband!” My tone hitched.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Anna concurred. Okay let me fill this up, we were three best friends. We relocated to Mexican when my dad got transferred here. I must say, this is a really scary place where death was like it's middle name. Anna and Lisa were sisters but had lost their parents so my dad adopted them, so I take that back, we aren't bestfriends, we're sisters. Ohhh, now that reminds me, earlier today we had gone too buy tacos when we stormed on Drake and his crazy fellas sexually harassing a girl in public. No one dared to talk or take any silly action for fear of the unknown or rather the known hahahaha.

“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.

she asked in wonder. “I am afraid and sorry my daughter but…they do exist and very much alive. Vampires are no myths; they do exist and live amongst us. ‘Vivienda de Vampiros’ is a Spanish name meaning vampires’ dwelling. That is how and why, Kibich city is also known as the Blood city. We have been hunting and killing them for generations. That is what your father and I did and kept from you two.” “Does this mean that, my father was killed by a vampire?” she queried looking surprised and confused.

The very statement was enough for Alice to lose her breath. Scorpion were the most dangerous gang of Mexico. They are feared by all. There root are also spread in Italy and many other countries…. “Y-you must be joking?! Leonardo!! Tell me you are joking!” “I am sorry Alice…” Leonardo said in utter shame. “Oh God! Oh God! I can’t believe you Leonardo!! You have kept me in so much dark!! Why in hell were you crying?!” Alice asked worriedly feeling that their was more to this news…. “Alice..they will kill me soon! I am so scared Alice!! They will not leave me alive!!”

"Tell Bad loud makes it louder." "Alright! wait there." 'Loud makes it louder' was a coded statement Bad and I used it back in high school whenever I had to send someone to him to purchase weed. The person always returned with loud (weed) packaged secretly and sent to me. Most importantly, the statement meant that I wanted a type of weed made from 'loud dream strains'. HEY GUYS! DID YOU KNOW THAT AS OF 2020, TIJUANA-MEXICO REMAINS THE CITY WITH THE MOST CRIMES IN THE WORLD?

Uncle said, shaking. ++++++++++++ And the mystery deepens while the stories get scarier. This sounds like something straight out of a horror film. The thing is, it's being told by a real person and based on experiences that his family had gone through. Hopefully, you will be back for more so you can find out if this lady in black will finally back off from the Uncle. Or maybe, something else might happen... Something more terrifying! So this is your Storyteller The Diwata saying, goodnight and fare thee well. Hope to see you again in The Supernatural Spa.

Kian's gaze finds me, and he extends his hand. "It's getting colder," he murmurs, a little cold in his tone. I stand and sit further from him, between Max and Doty, and they both smile at me. As the night went on, the guys told scary stories, which were really scary, like the horror films Mya makes me watch.