urban legend
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.
The Silent Witness
The Silent Witness The wind howled through the abandoned house on Willow Lane, rattling the broken window panes and carrying whispers of the past. The town of Greyford had long forgotten the old Mercer house, letting it crumble under the weight of time. But tonight, its silence was deceptive. Tonight, it bore witness once again.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lurker. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The clock struck midnight as Evan Lawson pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and trudged through the icy streets of Ashwick. The Christmas lights twinkled cheerfully in windows, but Evan barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere—on the lies he’d told, the corners he’d cut, and the people he’d left broken in his wake.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Horror
The Real Story of Grandpa’s the Spirit, Parts 1 and 2
Mateja Klaric posted an invitation for participants in a writers’ group on LinkedIn to share anecdotes about the oddest things that have occurred to them. Well, I’ve seen a great deal of unusual things, but this has to be the only one that delves into the area of the paranormal. At the time it occurred, I accepted what I saw as a ghost; today, as a somewhat more skeptical adult, I maintain that I have no explanation for what I witnessed. In any case, it remains a really unique memory. Here’s the story:
By QuirkTales2 years ago in Horror
The Legend under the White Veil
The Whisper on the Wind The air felt heavy and damp, thick with the earthy scent of river mud and rotting leaves. Little Miguel held tightly to his abuela’s hand, his small heart racing. “Abuela,” he said softly, barely louder than the rustling noises made by unseen creatures in the underbrush, “I hear crying.” His abuela, a woman whose face told the stories of many generations, squeezed his hand more firmly. Her normally warm, crinkled eyes were wide and dark, reflecting the sliver of moon hanging low in the night sky. “Hush, mijo,” she whispered in a low, urgent voice. “It’s just the wind.” But it wasn’t the wind. The sound was sharp and haunting, a sorrowful wail that seemed to slink over the water, sending chills down Miguel’s spine. It was a sound full of deep, inconsolable sadness, a grief so overwhelming it felt like a physical pain. Then, through the swirling mist of the river, a figure started to emerge. Tall and dressed in white, it glided unnaturally along the riverbank. The crying grew louder as it came closer, a desperate, echoing call. Miguel buried his face in his abuela's skirt, trembling. He didn’t need to see the face hidden beneath the shadow of the white veil; he already knew. Everyone in the village recognized the sound. It was the noise that haunted the outskirts of their town, the noise that kept children indoors after dark. It was the cry of La Llorona. And tonight, she was closer than ever.
By Ashraf Almamlouk2 years ago in Horror
Shadows of the Family: A Secret That Will Never Die
My parents, as you might imagine, were not mere ordinary figures in this world. They were among those who walked in the shadows, wielding power and wealth with an unrelenting grip. Their canopies stretched like colossal trees, roots digging deep into the earth, branches blotting out the sun. And in their world, marriage was not a union of hearts but an alliance of interests, a transaction calculated with precision. This, my friend, would later prove to be of great significance.
By Pedro Wilson2 years ago in Horror
Beyond the Trees: The Unforgettable Whispers of the Forest
Do not venture into those woods after dark. It was one of those admonitions you grew up hearing, whispered by everyone in this town, as though it were a sacred truth passed down through generations. A warning etched into the very fabric of our childhoods, like the old tales of monsters under the bed or the dangers of swimming too soon after eating. Stories you eventually outgrew, realizing they were little more than tools to keep you safe, to keep you in line when you were too young to understand the world’s true dangers.
By Pedro Wilson2 years ago in Horror
The Nightly Reaping: When Shadows Come for Our Souls
I was but fifteen years old when my father and I sought refuge in that ancient trailer nestled deep within the valley. It was a wretched place, barely functional, where the bathroom doubled as the kitchen, and there was no shower to speak of. In the winter, the pipes would freeze, and the tiny room we shared was scarcely warmed by a feeble space heater.
By Pedro Wilson2 years ago in Horror
The rules and superstation of tarot
So I never knew that there was rules of tarot until the movie tarot came out and I wanted to share the wealth. I don't believe in gate keeping information. Some of the rules that I found sound more like advice. I want to share all of this to keep people safe and get the most out of this practice. So let's get started.
By Lena Bailey2 years ago in Horror
A Shadow in Our Nightmares
The last bit of orange faded from the sky, leaving behind a bruise of purple. Ten-year-old Leo curled up on his bed, making it feel like a lonely island amid the growing darkness of his room. His parents were downstairs, laughter echoing faintly. But up here, in the deepening shadows, something else stirred.
By Ashraf Almamlouk2 years ago in Horror
Horror on the Road
Whether you’re planning a weekend road trip or an extensive cross-country vacation, arranging your getaway requires advanced preparation. In addition to making hotel reservations and organizing your route, it can help to review a few travel-based movies. These horror films (some based on true events) will remind you to bring first aid supplies, two-way radios, and something for self-defense!
By E.J. V'Kanty2 years ago in Horror
