Urban legends have captivated us from ancient eras to the modern day; a deep dive into scary lore and 'could be true' tales about Bigfoot, Slender Man, the Suicide Forest and beyond.
Moses Of Crete
It always starts with me floating through some ethereal fog. My feet are drifting off the ground. I look down but I have no idea how far up I am. I can barely see my hand in front of my face. A purple and navy mist circles around me. For the longest time I am frozen. Then I slowly start to pitch forward. I start to spin and tumble, directionless through the haze. It is familiar, although with this awareness I start to feel terror. My body is heavy and I am somersaulting in all directions. My heart is racing; my form feels so tired. I am desperate for air. As I am churning around, I cannot tell up from down. The landscape, through flashes of lightning is slowly being revealed to me. There is a sound scratching through me. I hear a crow cawing. The anger in its voice echoes through my head. I can never see it. It brings a rage, an unquenchable anger; I want to grab the bird with my hands and rip it apart. This feeling grows inside of me. An intense pain blooms at the top of my chest, spreading downwards and inwards. Then an acute sense of loneliness and isolation washes over me.
Hunted in the Dark
I should have listened to you, Jennifer. God, I wish I had listened. I don’t know if you’ll get this letter, but I’m sorry. You were absolutely right. I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. I should have never gone past the old train overpass. I just wanted to see if the stories were true. It was stupid to come out here after midnight. If I could take it all back, I would in an instant.
The morning was going about as well as any Monday morning went for Ernie except it wasn’t Monday, it was Tuesday. When his alarm went off, he hit the snooze, except he didn’t, he turned his alarm off completely. If it wasn’t for his roommate, Chris, slamming his bedroom door, he wouldn’t have woken up on time.
The First and Last Tepia
The Tepia Festival is one of the most known festivals in my village. I’ve always wondered why and this year, I was finally going to find out. For some reason, if you were under the age of fifteen, you couldn’t know what the festival meant, nor would you be allowed to go.
Captain and Little Blue
Little Blue, the small ship known all to well in these lands left the dock alone, the captain Jake, it's only passenger. The captain did not want a crew along this time, for he didn't know what would come of Little Blue or him. He traveled three days and two nights, now the third night is before him, wrapping his boat in the cooing of the ocean's lullaby. The ring about of the waves sang quiet, and as the sailor sleeps, his body sway dreaming lucid to the echoes. Little did he know, beneath him, the dark waters wait for his wakening. The lonely boat with it's wooden siren carved only from a memory, but a memory no less, was soon to have company. The muse who inspired the captain's carving swam tonight in search of such a boat. She did enjoy floating toys with pretty boys, and like her favorite pearl, she loved this captain. Her gift years ago when they had met was a song, a haunting tune that brought too many to their discourse, begging, bleeding out their ears until their faint bodies lay lifeless. The captain however, had no such dismay to it. He could hear the song creeping out of his dreams and onto his bed, faintly dwindling into the walls. He lay still in the darkened cabin, his sweating hands clinging to the blanket, fear was only in what he knew, and he knew something was under his boat. Jake was clammy, petrified in his own skin, wondering if there was a monster, nay, a horror to come after him. The boat shook violently! Crash! As the dishes flew and hit the floor, he rose to his feet, panting heavy to his own heart beat. Crash! The boat tipped, holding onto itself while the heavy metal pulled to go under! Crash! Tipping and tipping! The ocean's mouth relished its chipping blue paint and tasty chains! But, alas, the chaos broke, and in Little Blue's relief, a silence erringly swept over the tortured floors. The captain could barely see in the flickering glow of the lamp, but strained to stare into the looking window, just to see her.
The Man from Medan
It is with a shaking hand that the Captain raises a tumbler of arak putih to his lips. The white liquor, cheap and easy to acquire around the Malay peninsula, is coarse but offers a comforting familiarity. The night is black and still. The crew are restless.
Urban Legends of Korea S or N
You will find Korean urban legends pretty crazy, if you have been exposed to many of them. Of course, there are also some silly, dull and superstitious quirks like turning your fans on at night or avoiding using red ink; however, most of the legends are the cause of your recurrent nightmares. You may hear stories about strange beings stalking you over the street or in the public restrooms late at night. When they finally catch you, you have no choice but to die. Here are some of the legends in urban Korean that will make you hair stands on end.
Chinese Urban Legends
Chinese Urban Legends and ghost stories to tell your friends? In China, there is a tradition called "Ghost Month," which is seventh lunar month, when Chinese people can believe in ghost and think that they are released from hell to wonder the world for a whole month. Traditionally, during the Ghost Month, Chinese people would tell stories. Here are some of the stories.
“Have you heard those stories about the Sandman and his children? You know, the folklore about how the Sandman rips out children’s eyes and feeds them to his kids? Or maybe that is just a horror movie, I can’t really remember now . . . anyway, I don’t think they’re true,” I said, swirling my wine in its glass with a small frown dipping my brow.
Restless Spirits In Greece
Tortured Spirits Ano Lehonia is a lovely, quiet village where you'll find Villa Kazouli. The mansion was built in 1910 for Russian Ambassador Nikolas Kontos. Spirits are restless here according to legends surrounding the strange deaths of the Kontos children. Supposedly a dead lizard fell into the milk jub and the children were poisoned when they drank the milk. The house became headquarters for the Nazis in 1941 and many Greek rebels were tortured and killed in the basement. As a result, their tortured spirits got trapped in this world and at night strange noises can be heard and by the windows silhouettes can be seen.
Horrors of childhood
With all the goings on in the world today I just wanted to share a story that actually happened to me. We always wonder what if’s with our children, and that makes us worry more each day, doesn’t matter what color you are each parent has the same fears. I know I did when my kids where growing up and now I still worry about them as I do with my grandsons. But this isn’t a story about them, its a story about me when I was 7 years old and how if not for me being a little scared I could’ve been kidnapped. The year was 1983 summer was in full swing my parents and grandparents decided to take the family to California and go to Walt Disney world. We rode rides, ate food, amd saw famous Disney characters. It was a dream come true for any child who loved not only cartoons but the characters as well, now being the early 80’s kids would run around and not worry what would happen to them as long as they were in eyeshot of their parents, and the parents weren’t all to keen to keep track of you if they were busy doing something else. Now I did forget to mention I am the second child of three my brother being the youngest, he was 4 and my sister was 10. We just got done seeing tigger we all were so happy and excited, then pooh came around the corner my siblings ran to him but I saw the white rabbit. Let me say that again THE WHITE RABBIT from Alice in wonderland, now I have seen the movie and the white rabbit was my favorite character at the time. So as my family went to see Pooh I went to see the white rabbit and boy was I in for a surprise, now after what happened I told my mom who I thought would at least believe me,but then again I was always making stuff up to her I had a very imaginative mind so if you believe me or not is not up to debate I know what happened and I will never forget it. I ran to the white rabbit and told him he was my favorite character he was so happy he hugged me, now I don’t know if characters are supposed to talk? Being in those big costumes if they talked it would ruin the illusion of the character, right? Well what I heard come from the white rabbit scared me senseless, as I hugged him he said “I am going to kill you” now me being 7 I was like what?! But he repeated what he said, now I know I had to get away I turned and saw my parents and ran to them as fast as I could. Once I got to my mom I told her the white rabbit said he was going to kill me she laughed it off and said no he isn’t but when I tried to find him he was gone. Sure the 70’s and 80’s kids did a lot of stupid stuff as kids will, but not one day has passed that what would of happened if he did kill me? I am not saying not to go to amusement parks but if they come to you saying something wild don’t brush it off cause you never know what may happen?
Las Mujeres de la Palmera
I drive for a living. More often than not, I'll travel at night. The roads are empty, the sun isn't roasting my skin, and the winds blow with a pleasant gentleness that makes you want to roll your windows down and cruise. I've seen nearly every corner of this country from Oregon to SoCal, New York to the tip of Florida.