J.A. Hernandez enjoys horror, playing with cats, and hiding indoors away from the sun. Also, books. So many books—you wouldn't believe.
He runs a weekly newsletter called Into Horror History and writes fiction.
About twenty minutes southwest of Chicago, in Cook County, there’s a village called Justice. Back in 1920, the village had a population of 183, and in 1930 it had a population of 377. It was a very, very small place back then. Today, Justice, Illinois, is home to around 13,000 people — all of which have heard…
Nale Ba of Bengaluru, Karnataka, India
If you're like most people, you grew up hearing stories about famous ghosts, cryptids, and local legends. Some of the more famous ones, at least for the English speaking world, might be Bloody Mary, Bigfoot, the vanishing hitchhiker, the hook hand man at lover's lane, or perhaps even the urban legend of someone flashing their brights at you only to later run you down and kill you.
Kuchisake-onna, the Slit-Mouthed Woman of Japanese Folklore
You've been out with friends at a restaurant. It's dark out, and this afternoon's sudden rainstorm left the pavement with an earthy smell. Small patches of weeds poke through the still wet cracks in the sidewalk. Overhead, an orange streetlight buzzes and flickers. You spot a woman in a white dress up ahead, sitting on a bus stop bench. She has her head down, her long dark hair falling over her face.
Ted the Caver
Let's go way back to 2001, to a time before two-sentence horror and creepypasta; before the founding of Facebook, Reddit, or Instagram; and even a few years before our old friend Tom founded MySpace; back when people called the Internet "the information superhighway," no one knew what a meme was, and 🔥 didn't exist.
The Vrykolakas of Greek Folklore
I know what you're thinking: "I don't know how to pronounce that." Unless, of course, you speak Greek or perhaps a Slavic language that has a similar word. Don't go look it up because you're likely to run into this, which is an absolute nightmare of robotic voice pronunciation destruction.
Antron Singleton, aka Big Lurch
This is an interesting true crime case. I didn't know where I'd end up on it when I began researching, but I uncovered some strange things. Perhaps you've heard of Big Lurch, the rapper cannibal who murdered and ate his girlfriend. If you've previously seen a headline similar to what I just wrote, then let's set the record straight right now. Yes, Big Lurch is a rapper. No, the victim wasn't his girlfriend. Murder and cannibalism? It's not as clear as it first appears.
Varney the Vampire; or, the Feast of Blood
"The figure turns half round, and the light falls upon its face. It is perfectly white — perfectly bloodless. The eyes look like polished tin; the lips are drawn back, and the principal feature next to those dreadful eyes is the teeth — the fearful looking teeth — projecting like those of some wild animal, hideously, glaringly white, and fang-like. It approaches the bed with a strange, gliding movement. It clashes together the long nails that literally appear to hang from the finger ends. No sound comes from its lips. Is she going mad — that young and beautiful girl exposed to so much terror? she has drawn up all her limbs; she cannot even now say help. The power of articulation is gone, but the power of movement has returned to her; she can draw herself slowly along to the other side of the bed from that towards which the hideous appearance is coming." — From Chapter I of Varney the Vampire; or, the Feast of Blood