Tagalog Horror Stories Novels & Stories

However, the means to do so had always eluded me. "How can I do that?" I asked, eager for guidance. The woman's face lit up with a knowing smile. "Luna, are you aware of the legend of the dead coming back to life?" she asked quietly. The idea sounded grim, but it made me curious. "I am not familiar with it. What does the legend say?" "In ancient times, it was believed that if someone stepped over a corpse, it could reanimate and transform into a monstrous being. To prevent any supernatural repercussions, the person who stepped over it would have to step over it again," the woman explained.

Shin responded, then he ended the call. After that conversation with Shin, Kei decided to take a shortcut so that he can arrive to his destination at an earlier time... ================================ Manila, Philippines. Mariya has been pacing back and forth, while looking anxious. "Please just sit down and try to relax, Mariya. You're making me dizzy." the Mother Superior gently reprimanded Mariya. "I'm sorry, Mother. I'm just really nervous." Mariya apologizes in return, as she took a seat and tries to calm herself down.

The moon was shining bright to the world the why it shone it made them suspect the goddess was around. *** It was midnight time for the ceremony. The ceremony started ,five girls were ripped off and Anna got to witness it. She was trembling,she never watched a horror but now she was in the scene that was she thought. The last girl in front of her was ripped off, now it was her turn and the girl she met in the dungeon. When the big feared werewolf with bloody eyes came close to her . She closed her eyes ready for the worst to happen but nothing happened. She didn't feel the wolf's presences ,next thing she felt was a hug. She opened her eyes to see the girl from the dungeon hugging her.

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

"You may not believe it, but I met a few people who forbade me to come here, especially tonight." "The Day of the Ember Ghost," Dante said. "I'm glad they still talk about that. It's one of my favorite stories, actually. The day when the ember ghost emerges from his hell hole to find his next victim. Or was it the day of bad luck when no fisherman is allowed to go out to sea." Dante laughed. "Some of the locals looked pretty scared when they tried to prevent me from coming here. They really believed in their superstitions," said Jon.

Brandon set his camcorder on a tripod at the other side of the table, almost against the back wall, to keep in frame not only us, but also the loads of documents before us. We’d spent about thirty minutes going through records when one of the old maps caught my attention. “Look,” I said, showing it to Brandon. “See this town, Greenwich? It was flooded when they built the Quabbin.” He leaned in, studying the area I was pointing at with a curious frown. “So? What’s so special about it? Flooded graveyard or something like that?” I rolled my eyes. Of course the West Coast alien didn’t know. “Lovecraft’s The Dunwich Horror was sort of based in this town. And The Color Out of Space was set in this

But the person didn't respond—just persistent banging in reply. I asked again, but got even more banging, which eventually woke Lorena up. She squinted at the alarm clock before running her hand over her face. "Did someone die or something?" Lorena said in sleepy frustration. "It's barely 6am." "I'll go see who it is," I said, my heart beating as I stood up from the bed and walked to the door, fearing the worst. And the moment I opened it, I swallowed. Hard. Because there he was.

The lanterns flickered and died, leaving only the pale, sickly moonlight filtering through the window where I stood. I watched in horror as the thing on the floor didn't stand up like a human. It buckled. Its spine snapped and reshaped, its limbs elongating with the sound of dry wood splintering. "Silas!" I screamed. My grandfather stood his ground. He reached into his satchel and threw a handful of salt, but the creature didn't recoil. It inhaled. The salt hung in the air for a second before being sucked into the thing’s lipless mouth.

He chuckled, leaning down, close to my ear. “ You have been thinking about me. My touch, my tongue…. My cock” he voice was so low, it sent chills down my spine. I swallowed hard. “ You should be afraid of me, I broke into your house even the security crawling everywhere. Yet you still want me” he said tauntingly and he was right. ‘ I am” Another lie

Soliaire flashes his eyes on me again this time they are bright with a fire shining inside of them, no doubt the fire he wants to burn me with. I'm paralyzed with fear as he roams his hands all over my body. It's like I'm under his spell and can't look away from his blinding gaze. "Once upon a time I knew a girl who looked just like you." His fingers are on my neck. "She wanted something only I could give and in return I asked for her soul." His hand is placed against my chest. "She gave to me willingly." He leans in to whisper in my ear. "But I doubt you would ever willingly give me anything and that's alright, I have no problem taking it from you."