Novel & Cerita Weirdest Stories

You can’t even tell which is more terrifying between the two. Maybe you can ask your parents or aunts and uncles if they have stories to tell of weird, unexplained experiences. Better yet, they would be familiar to you because it happened to you, too. Goodnight, dear reader, and I hope you last the night…

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

While I was making my research, I noticed other doctors looking at me weirdly. I tried to ignore it, seeing as I already got used to the side remarks but today's looks felt different. Just then the alarms rang and the speakers blasted “code red code red code red” then chaos broke out. I could hear screams from the west wing. The patients' wing. Oh no.

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

he continued, his voice now a conspiratorial whisper, "there's a legend that says if you find a four-leaf clover, you'll have good luck forever? I've spent countless hours searching for one, but they're rarer than you'd think!" Sebastian's tales of randomness flowed effortlessly, each anecdote a stepping stone away from the precipice of my anxieties. He regaled me with stories of peculiar cloud shapes that looked like mythical creatures, of quirky animal behaviors he'd observed during his childhood, and of the sheer absurdity of finding faces in everyday objects. It was as though he were constructing a whimsical tapestry of the mundane, weaving it into an enchanting distraction from the inex

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

I’m sitting here wondering if I’m going crazy thinking my imagination has gone too far. AIREKA: [I’ve witnessed zombies attacking their living relatives under the control of an ancient creature that should have died long ago. I’m hard pressed to disbelieve stories and explanations told to me these days. Your story’s simple to believe at all after recent events and hearing about the mess at the abandoned motel.] APRIL:

You really don’t know what life’s gonna throw at you. It may be a good fish and a good harvest, or an unexpected storm and a sudden whirlwind that’ll sweep you off the surface. In Leal’s case, it was mythical werewolves leaping out of the fairytale books and clawing at each other’s faces. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Was it the horrendous sound of cracking bones and ripping clothes that first tore her off the real world or the deafening howls and growls that erupted from the gigantic wolves’ throats? She doesn’t know.

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.

And why did I feel like I had just witnessed something I shouldn’t have? A memory then sparked. A rumor. It was a story I had heard in school years ago. We were kids then, sitting in a circle while the power was out, swapping ghost stories. Someone had whispered about doubles—people who looked exactly like you, not twins nor relatives, but strangers who shared your face. The story went like this: everyone has one—a doppelgänger. But you’re never supposed to meet them. If you do, bad things happen. I’d laughed it off back then and called it simply superstition, another story to frighten children.