Scary Urban Legends の小説・ストーリー

Her eyes looked through every dark opening of the place, like an open window upstairs or a cluster of black shadows in the first floor of the dormitory building. Rather than worrying about the famous white lady and grandmother ghost of this part of the world, she was more concerned if this place had already become a hideout for criminals or gangs. It just seemed to be a perfect place for that. Look, what better hiding place could there be apart from what the common populace avoided due to a so called supernatural phenomenon? She sighed. Maybe the girl ghost they said sighted within was actually just a silhouette of a female lunatic or rule breaker camping inside. To see is really to believe.

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

I laugh. "Okay, so now at least I know we are going to a cabin in the middle of nowhere where there may or may not be a Bigfoot living," Claire laughs. "If you believe the people in town. You will believe that there is a Bigfoot. Many of them swore that they had seen a Bigfoot before. However, I know that they must have been drunk and seen a little monkey, or they must have seen a bear and have taken it for Bigfoot. According to the legends, there are also skinwalkers, which you are not to name in front of the local people. Just remember that. Never say that word in front of locals. There might also be a werewolf of two, or as they call it, a dogman," I laugh.

Hanny was vastly devastated this time around. “What should we do! What should we do! The cracks are growing wider and wider!” Evania got drowned deeper and deeper within her panic, fear, and also agitation. “There must be something which we can do! Something! There must be something, Friends...” suggested Sumico, walking here and there at her spot. “What’s that, Sumico?” asked Hanny and Evania simultaneously, also within their panic, fear, and anxiety. “According to the urban-legend and so-called ‘myth’, based on the crucial essential pictures engraved on the gigantic stone on the sacred hill, our three drops of blood...”

What I'd erroneously thought was a sick infantile joke at the hands of my friends just a short while ago has fast become something far more sinister. I clenched my legs tightly together so that I didn't wet myself as the gravity of the situation came crashing down on me. This is the stuff nightmares are made of. An urban legend that you and your friends tell one another late at night in the dark to scare the crap out of each other. What I wouldn't give to be at one of my best friend Connie's crappy sleepovers or trapped in some too real dream. The flop sweat pouring off me in the enclosed space was a solid reminder that this was no dream. Still, it didn't seem real, a bit incongruous if you

They've been very impressed. "I'm impressed too," Frank said, nodding. "But I brought nothing with me." "That's no issue!" The lady laughed and leapt up the stairs, where she explained what made the foulness horrific. It was just like the monsters in urban legends, haunting a specific area. Those with a strong mind might fare well, but it would kill any person who gave in to fear instantly. Frank nodded—it was why he did not bother chasing down the drunkard and his buddies earlier, as he knew that the foulness would kill them for him.

“I found that by the doorway the next morning. It belonged to one of them.” Jasmyne picked up the claw and held it toward the ceiling light. It was as long as her finger and extremely sharp. “Aurora, this could have belonged to any predator on the plain. A wild cat, a juvenile bear, anything...” “No Jasmyne, you’re wrong. I also have research. Reports of people seeing strange creatures, and news stories of mass killings just like what happened in our village. They were in other countries, but - “Aurora, people claim to see things like UFOs and Bigfoot all the time, but you and I both know that’s not true. And of course, there are killings on the news. Humanity has lost its mind. That doesn’t

- Esther said in one breath. - Wind is no evidence, one of the windows might have been opened and there was a draft. The 'Mad Dog' was screaming because he had hallucinations, and was terrified to see us, because knew he will go to jail for a long time. And just because this guy is not from Wales, doesn't mean he couldn't find a forum or different site with urban legends online.- Leo explained in his skeptical tone, which sometimes really pissed her off. The worst part, however, was that his explanations really made sense, which completely refuted her arguments.

The answers they sought lay buried in the shadows, waiting to be unearthed. As they delved deeper into their investigation, they discovered a pattern. The disappearances seemed to be centered around a nearby abandoned mansion that was rumored to be haunted. Legends spoke of a vengeful spirit haunting the grounds, seeking retribution for past wrongdoings. Undeterred by the supernatural rumors, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel ventured into the mansion, determined to confront the entity responsible for the disappearances. The dilapidated hallways echoed with eerie whispers as they made their way through the decrepit rooms.

When the reactions from the audience had died down and the hall was quiet once more, Justine continued with his lecture, his voice much more firm and resolute. "I know this may be hard for some of you to take in. In fact, I understand that despite the gruesome experience that I've shared with you, some of you may still think werewolves are mere myths, legends created to scare children into behaving. But I assure you, they are as real as you and I, and even though they exist in a realm far away from our cities, that doesn't mean they can't reach us whenever they decide to."