A Terrifying Taste of Short & Shivery: Thirty Creepy Tales
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Ghoulies, ghosties, and long-leggedy beasties inhabit these 30 chilling tales gathered from around the world. Creepy classic and contemporary stories from Australia, Germany, India, El Salvador, and elsewhere--including a healthy helping of American apparitions--will keep readers and listeners scared stiff. Do you dare walk down the lane where "Crooker Waits"? Or would you rather shake "The Hairy Hands"? Twenty eerie illustrations highlight this companion to Robert D. San Souci's earlier collections of scary stories, which School Library Journal called "an absolute delight. . . . Young readers will gobble up these thirty thrilling snacks and beg for more." Savor this supernatural treat for spine-tingling fun!
sprig of St. John’s Wort. The bright yellow flower seemed to glow in the late-afternoon sun. Knowing it was a good-luck charm, the man took the old woman’s offering, saying, “Thank you for your help.” “Your kindness has earned it,” she explained. “You once freed a bird caught in a fowler’s snare. I know that bird. As you travel the road, show the flower to Crooker.” “Who is Crooker?” the man asked. But the old woman had vanished. The man continued on his way. Near dusk, he rounded a bend in
sense of menace, as though danger were creeping up on them. In his bunk at the far end of the camper, Frederick slept soundly. But a sudden faint noise drew Marjory’s attention to the window above her husband. There she saw something moving. For a moment it seemed like a large, pale spider. Then she realized that it was the fingers and palm of a very large hand. The moonlight showed many dark hairs on the joints and on the back of the hand. It was clawing its way up and up, toward the top of the
until I knew something was amiss.” “Good Rapp,” said Elli. “Only a few minutes more and I would have been a huldre wife.” She shivered at the thought. “But everything is right again,” she said with a smile. Then they saw Olav’s father’s house burst into flames, while the laughter of countless voices swept down on the wind from the hills. The Mulombe (Africa—Zimbabwe) There was once a wicked man who was very poor. He was jealous of his uncles and cousins, who had herds of cattle and
headlights in the darkness. Strange! Her family had very few neighbors, and they usually weren’t out this late. Suddenly the headlights of the car following her came on to full beam. Not knowing what was up, but afraid this was a deliberate attempt to blind her, perhaps run her off the road, Tessa accelerated. But as fast as she accelerated, so did the car behind. She could not get away from the glaring lights that flooded the inside of her car, though she tilted the mirror down to keep from
out fishing and always return with their canoe full of fish. Soon they had great stores of food. Sometimes the mother would go with them, because she loved fishing. But both husband and wife were careful never to look at their son’s face. Now Land-Otter let them watch him slip into the sea and harvest the halibut. But they turned away when he climbed back into the canoe. Very soon, no longer fearing starvation, they packed up their store of food, put it in the canoe, and set off for Silka to