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.
High Up on The Water Tower
"There was only one rule: don't open the door." "That's a stupid rule, of course he would open the door! It's freakin' reverse psychology man." Rick rolled his eyes at the lame hook his buddy tried to start with and signaled for him to pass the blunt.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Horror
Justified
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Sarah remembered his voice whispering that warning into her ear each time he left her in the dark. The warm feel of his breath on her neck as he reminded her, he was in control. As if she had forgotten.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Horror
The Spirits of Laperal White House: Hauntings from the Past
The Laperal White House in Baguio City is maybe of the most recognizable tormented district in the Philippines. This radiant, Victorian-style space, painted a horrendous white, has really focused on in a general sense 100 years as both a specific accomplishment and a spot struggled discreetly. Its dull past, especially during the Japanese occupation in The Going with Phenomenal Fight, has abandoned records of sincerity, passing, and weight. All through the long length, boundless guests and paranormal specialists have articulated to see staggering events inside its walls, adding to the making course of action of unpleasant experiences joined to this horrible site.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The Well of Death: The Haunting Mysteries of Lord Morphil Palace
As someone with a passion for adventure, my friend Alex and I never miss an opportunity to explore. We are always on the lookout for new, thrilling experiences. This time, our destination was Pennsylvania, where my uncle lived—a place we had heard was full of adventure and mystery.
By Sadia Naznin2 years ago in Horror
pine crunchers. AI-Generated.
The forest didn’t care if you lived or died. My name’s John, and for the last two weeks, I’ve been running for my life. It’s been hell—cold, wet, and endless. The reason? Pine Crunchers. Seven-foot-tall nightmares that come in packs, with wings for arms and long, matted fur trailing down their backs. I’ve fought off hunger, exhaustion, and fear, but those things? They’re still out there. And I swear they’re closing in.
By Jacob Dorsch2 years ago in Horror
The Voice. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. “Honey? Dinner’s ready.” Maggie had huddled herself in the furthest corner of her room, palms against her ears to muffle her mother’s voice. Tears had been streaming down her cheeks, choking back every sob threatening to shred her throat.
By Nicole Fenn2 years ago in Horror
