Scary Stories Mexican Novels & Stories

“But if you betray me” “Te cortare la garganta despues mata a toda tu familia” “I will cut your throat open then kill your entire family” Victor and his friends knew that was a fact not an empty threat, Victor knew and has heard of how dangerous Mexicans can be especially when they are out seeking revenge or targets. “Una cosa mas” “One more thing” “Segurras siendo mi unico distribuidor y yo sere tu unico suministro” “You will remain my only dealer and I will be your only supply”

I don't take it likely with people that come close to what belongs to me. "Nooo! Ah!" The voice cried out as he was being thrown into a pit full of pythons and scorpions. All his body was swollen up and dribbling liquids. "Nooo, Ahhh!" Chris kept crying out from his dream. His body was all covered in blood. "Wake up, baby," Isabella called on to him and began shaking him. "Please wake up. What's happening to him?" She cried out when he wouldn't budge. "HE'S BEEN TAKING TO THE DARK REALM," the spirits of nature said.

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

Roselle doesn't, but she's not sure about that because she notices that sometimes she gets scared whenever there's a demon but she pretends not to see anything. Sicario has only one suspicion, Roselle has already grabbed Alessia's necklace. When it lands on a normal person, the secret world and creatures will be opened to their eyes. Demons and immortals. "G-grandpa...the monster killed them." Alessia suddenly turned blue when she lost her stupor. "There's a monster... there's a monster..." she cried again and again so Sicario hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry my granddaughter...Grandpa won't let the monsters hurt you." He promised the child that she still wouldn't stop crying.

“Yeah, there were these... monsters. They were seriously scary. They were pacing in front of a circle of crucifixes holding dead bodies. I think one of them smelled me. I ran before it could reach me.” Amara nods her head. “I think I know what you're talking about. Was it carrying an ax?” I nod. “Yeah, it was horrifying. I ran as soon as it spotted me. Do you think there are more of those things out here? Because there were a lot of them guarding that circle of crucifixes.” I ask, even though the idea of knowing the truth freaks me out. Amara shrugs. “I don't know. But I do know that there are other scary things that we have to watch out for. The last time I was here, I fell into a river of

His skin started to change color, his hair grew longer, and his teeth became sharp. Aiden and I were shocked. We had never seen anything like it. We tried to take a step back, but the student started moving towards us, still growling like an animal. We could see other students standing nearby, watching in horror. “It’s El Chupacabra!” one of the students yelled. Aiden and I looked at each other in disbelief. We knew El Chupacabra was one of the creatures from Latin America. They were known for attacking livestock and drinking their blood. We couldn’t believe what we were seeing.

“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

And those cold gray eyes locked right on me. I didn’t stop. Didn’t blink. Just walked straight to him, like I wasn’t scared of a damn thing. “Good morning, Lion Dickhead,” I said sweetly, like sugar coated in poison. His lips twitched, almost a smile. Bastard. “Team,” he said, ignoring my insult. “Meet The Revenant. The ghost that makes grown men cry. The reason half of Mexico sleeps with a gun under their pillow.” All eyes turned to me. I saw it right away, the doubt in their faces shifting to realization. Then fear. Good.

Has he drained me within an inch of life and now he wants to finish the job, or does he want to turn me like in all my vampire novels that I read as a kid? I don’t know if I will ever know, because all he does as I stare at him is smile at me with a smirk on his lips and sits silently cross legged. After a few more moments, he finally starts to move forward as he leans into me and says with a strange accent, “Don’t fear my child. I won’t harm you. I merely want to ask you a question?” He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, “Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the

He wouldn’t be able to do the crossword puzzle instead of taking her concerns seriously. “This never happened before those Mexicans moved here,” she muttered. “They’re probably over there sacrificing humans to their ancient gods in the backyard.” She’d heard something about that once—that Mexicans used to sacrifice people to the sun. Was it on a program that Mr. Schneider watched—one of those National Geographic specials? She herself had never had any interest in primitive cultures, but he had enjoyed that sort of thing. Yes, human sacrifice. That explained many things.