Scary Urban Legends Novels & Stories

said Johnson, “Like one of them, whatchamacallit?” “Urban legends,” said Taylor. “Yeah,” said Johnson. “It’s spooky.” “You ever hear the one about the girl? You know, the hitchhiker girl on the old north county road,” said Sullivan. “No,” said Johnson. “If you drive out there alone at night, you might see her,” smirked Sullivan. “She’s real pretty. Gorgeous. And she stops cars and asks for a ride, see? And then she tries to get you to go into the woods with her and if you go you’ll get lost and then she disappears.”

I asked and he nodded. I crawled in his bed and he held me. I felt safe and finally fell asleep. Saturday Dad was still sound asleep when I woke. I got up and made breakfast. After eating, I checked the radio. It was almost all static. I was about to give up when I heard a voice. "If any human can hear this, stay hidden. All the legends are real. Vampires, Werewolves, everything. They are capturing us in the streets. Stay hidden no matter what"

Below the image was the description: “Vampire is a horrible nightmare. They’re one of the most feared creatures of the night, the devourer of blood, and the fastest prey incomparable to any other creatures.” Somehow, the knots constricting in her heart loosened. She couldn’t understand why she felt so affected by the word, ‘Vampire,' but it turned out to be incompatible with her features. We’re they even real? Or was it just an urban legend meant to scare children? Well, in any case, she’s not one of them. They’ve got no horns, after all. Plus, the pattern of their eyes wasn’t the same as hers, and she never had any desire of drinking blood. So, there’s no way she’d be one of them. She scrol

To break their holy bond. I closed my eyes and sighed tiredly slowly intaking all the information. this is way beyond fuck up. This is not a fiction I can tell because I have heard many stories about the urban legends and folklores from my grandparents which on some parts proved its legitimacy. I turned to the next page and my eyes widened, there it was. the ritual to summon the moon goddess but now after reading and getting to know this much about the gods will it be a good idea to cross paths with one? The thought scared me to the core.

she said and held the genius' hands "what could be making you cry?" "I don't know how to say it but I'm scared of living" Juana began "What do you mean? Are you feeling suicidal?" "Not exactly but I am tired of myself. I don't know if you'll see me as a strange person just as others do, but the thing is I see things. Things I shouldn't see, and things too much for me to comprehend or bear, I can't even sleep at nights and I can't even tell anyone at home because they'd be worried" Juana stopped talking.

I've never had a moon goddess take over my body before. I've never had a lot of things happen to me before. If the last year of my life has proven anything to me, it's that unicorns, werewolves, and ghosts are all real. The nightmares that exist in my story books are all true. Those authors knew something about the world that the rest of us could only dream of.

Laura I'm not easily agitated. Scary movies never made me jump back in high school. My friends never managed to startle me. I can't even remember being afraid of the dark, and I wasn't the slightest unnerved by tales of monsters and ghosts. But I'm terrified now. My pulse is drumming against my neck, and I shake as I lift my chin to face the most enormous creature I've ever seen. The legends said the Lycans were giants, but really?

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo

“Was it a tall man? “she asked in a whisper. Camila looked at her expectantly, how did she know, had she seen him too? “Did you see him? “she asked. Carmen denied, but, looking all around, leaned a little closer to her. “Don't you know the legend? Camila denied. “What legend? “she asked nervously. “This town has a legend from many years ago, they say that a tall, thin man stalks weak and vulnerable families, disturbing them. “Camila frowned. She didn't believe in legends. “His name is Slenderman. They say Slenderman takes children deep into the forest, keeps them there for a while, then kills them mercilessly and takes their faces. Because he doesn't have one. Camila thought that this story

"Hey, folks! Great, we made it all the way from the other side of town! Just wanted to give you all a heads up!” The cafe fell silent as all eyes turned to the newcomers. "What's going on?" someone asked. "It’s bad news," the other man replied grimly. "There were reports of lycans roaming through the city. It's not safe to be out alone after dark." Scarlett's heart sank at the man's words. It seemed like there was no escape from the danger that followed her everywhere. She gripped her hood tighter, hoping that the men wouldn't notice her distress.