Short Spooky Stories 소설 & 이야기

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

It was just enough to make them believe it completely. Hence, they gradually stopped worrying about the 400,000-dollar debt. They did not realize they were like the frog in the pot. If a frog fell into boiling water, it would jump out immediately. However, if the water was heated slowly, it would not notice the danger until it was too late. They were like those two frogs now. I was the one controlling the water temperature. Their fate was in my hands. … That weekend, I packed my bag, got on a bus, and returned to the familiar little alley. Then, I heard someone shout.

A shiver ran down his spine and goose bumps rose on his skin. Jihoon clicked on his phone light, squared his shoulders, and entered the woods. “Dubu, come on, girl,” he yelled loud enough for his voice to echo back. At night, the shadows became a menacing gray of shapes reaching for him. Ghosts and monsters shifted in his peripheral vision. It didn’t matter that he’d stopped believing in those things long ago. Night and darkness made a believer of everyone. Something pulled his sleeve and he spun around with a shout an octave higher than he would like to admit. Jihoon half expected to see a leering dokkaebi with rotting teeth and malicious intent, story monsters used to make kids obey their

She would tell everyone she met that she was Feather Group’s young madam. Years later, a horrifying legend about a deformed female ghost started spreading in Tacoma City. There was a city in Celestial Empire named Tacoma City. Here, they had a popular myth about a disfigured female ghost. Whenever children cried at night, they would stop crying for three days when they heard about it! Back home, Frankie had showered ten times before he finally felt less nauseous. However, when he recalled the scenes of himself fooling around with Hilary, he couldn’t resist throwing up again.

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.

Everyone was happy until they played a game which they shouldn’t have The fun they were having wasn’t enough for them, they desired for some scare and that they got. They decided to tell each other spooky stories. The oldest kid among them told the story of what happened to the owners of the house—of course he didn’t tell it as it happened because no one knows what exactly happened and so to fill that void he added more than he should to the story to make it spookier—it’s not like you could blame the kid

“How come you could see the air ripple, but neither one of us noticed?” “How the hell should I know?” She retorted, “I’ve always been sensitive with that kind of stuff, just like Spence has always been terrified of it. I’ve got some distant cousins living in New Orleans that practice voodoo, maybe that’s where it comes from. If it ain’t obvious, these aren’t the questions you should be asking. You look bone tired, but you didn’t five minutes ago. So clearly you were working some type of magic. I suggest you figure it out before—”

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

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.

One will have to spy on something hidden available in that surrounding, and if the other person get it right at once, he will collect a coin from him. When I got there, they said as follow; I spy on something tall? Umm tree? No? Ah ah dude, where did you see tree here ( ha haa haaa). On the sea. Ok then, if not tree what is it. It's Sorcerer. He replied What!!!? Yes, sorcerer is tall, even tallest here. Alright alright. The the guy that choose tree gave him one coin. They proceeded. It was the other guy's turn. I spy on something small.