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.
GHOSTLY APPARITIONS OF LALBAG FORT. DON'T ENTER SPIRITS CAN ENTER YOUR MIND.
Ghostly Happenings of Bangladesh…. In the heart of Old Dhaka stands Lalbagh Fort, an iconic historical monument in Bangladesh. This remarkable fort, also known for its Eerie encounters, was strategically built at the meeting point of river routes to protect Bengal from the threats of Arakanese and Portuguese pirates and invaders. Although there are many myths surrounding this place, it is undeniable that there have been documented Scary ghost stories...
Nurjahan Akter BornaPublished 5 months ago in HorrorI see the kite flying.
Sounds of buckets and little feet running abruptly appear, intruding my peace of hearing nothing but the natural salty sea waves crashing. Ohh the sea, where I've found my peace.
- Top Story - December 2023
Jingle Bell Rot
The idea of Santa Claus is a curious thing. A gentle, fat, joyful man who delivers gifts to good little girls and good little boys. The same good little girls and good little boys that are told not to accept gifts from strangers. But Santa doesn't count, does he? He's magic...he's an exception...so definitely can be trusted.
Paul StewartPublished 5 months ago in Horror Unwilling victims of an EVIL experiment
At around 1am on March 1 1954, a 20 year old fisherman named Oishi Mata Shishi finally headed down to his bed on the lower deck of the fishing boat that he worked on, which was called the lucky dragon number five a wish he was totally exhausted. He and the other 22 crew members had been working practically around the clock 18 hour days for the last six weeks trying to catch tuna. But so far, this trip had really been a disaster. They had gotten stranded on sandbars. There had been these terrible storms that had nearly capsized the boat. And then also they had lost a lot of their fishing lines when they got snagged on coral reefs. And so as a result, their tuna hauls so far had been devastatingly low and Oishi and the rest of the crew were very aware of this. In fact, Oishi was very worried that he would not bring home enough money to support his family. Back when Oishi was 14 years old, his father, who had been the breadwinner for their family had been crushed to death when he was repairing a ship. And so now we she had stepped into that patriarch role, taking care of his mother and his five other siblings. And so a week she really needed a solid paycheck from this trip, and it wasn't looking like that was going to happen. And so a week she staggered his way into his small room and he collapsed onto his bed. And as he lay there trying to sleep, he felt the ship gently rocking side to side, the ship, the lucky dragon number five was anchored relatively close to the Marshall Islands, which is a strip of islands right about halfway between Hawaii and Australia. But what's unique about the Marshall Islands is they sit over these huge ancient underwater volcanoes. Now these volcanoes are dormant. But the captain of the lucky dragon number five was weary enough about getting too close to these dormant volcanoes in fear they might erupt, that he intentionally kept them about 80 miles or so away from the Marshall Islands. And so eventually a we she did drift off to sleep in his bunk, but five hours later, Oishi suddenly sat up wide awake, because the little room he was in was now completely flooded with this very bright yellow light, and so Oishi and it was kind of confused, he felt like it was too early for sunrise. And he checked his watch. And he saw it was only 6:45am. And so yes, it was too early for sunrise. So whatever this was, it was not the sun. And then when he went to the little porthole window were all this light was coming in, you know, he had to squint his eyes, but he looked outside, and he couldn't tell where this light was really coming from or what it was, but he could clearly see it was coming from the west, and the sun rises in the east. So really whatever this light was, it was not the sun. At the same time. The rest of Alicia Keys crewmates were in this room with him. They were also starting to wake up and kind of looking around like what's going on here. And then without even saying anything. All of them just rushed out of the room and ran upstairs to the top deck to look around and see what was going on. And when they got up there, Oishi looked out towards the west where these lights were up in the sky, and he couldn't really see a clear point of origin. It wasn't like there was an obvious thing, creating these lights. It was more like the western sky was just unbelievably bright and yellow and orange. And it seemed like the light was kind of hovering over where the Marshall Islands would be. And so everyone's thinking, you know, is it possible this is a volcano eruption, you know, is there something else going on here? And then as the crew is just watching and stunned silence and all these crazy lights in the sky, the light's kind of began to fade and they turned blue and purple. And then they just went away and the entire crew was pitched back into darkness. And as everyone's just standing around having no idea what to make of these lights, the oldest crew member on board who was 40 years old, he said the one thing that everybody kind of in the back of their mind was thinking about but didn't want to say, the oldest crew member just said, atomic bomb. just nine years earlier, the United States had dropped two atomic bombs on Japan to end World War Two. Now Oishi who was Japanese, he was 11 years old at the time this happened and it had a profound impact on his life and his family's lives as friends. I mean, anybody who was alive when this happened, it changed everything. But as a way she and the rest of his crew are kind of staring out to the West, which was all dark at this point. But we she thought, you know, there's no way this could have been an atomic bomb. Number one, World War Two is over. So there's no reason a bomb would get dropped again, and to when those atomic bombs were dropped on Japan nine years earlier, it vaporized basically everything and everyone and its path. And so for them to be this close to these huge lights, you know, if that were an atomic bomb, wouldn't they to be vaporized like they would not be able to see that and live. And so we she began to tell himself, you know, okay, it probably was not a volcano eruption, it probably was not an atomic bomb. I don't know what it was, but we're okay. And while many of the other people onboard the ship felt the same way, Oishi did very quickly, the call came out amongst the crew to just go ahead and bring in the lines right now, we don't know what these lights were. But we need to head back to port back in the Aizu, Japan, and so quickly Oishi and the rest of the crew got to work pulling these lines in and prepping the boat to head back to port. And then at some point, after a week, she had done what he was supposed to do, he began walking his way down below to the galley to get some food. But when we she was about halfway, he suddenly heard this deafening explosion outside coming from the west where these lights had been. And immediately, Oishi just jumped onto the ground, covering his head thinking that was going to protect him. And as he's laying there listening to this unbelievable exploding sound, he's thinking, Oh, my gosh, one of those volcanoes under the Marshall Islands has indeed erupted. That's what's happening at any minute. Now, a giant tsunami wave from this eruption is going to flip us over, we're gonna get killed here. And so we she, as this massive exploding sound is going on, he jumps to his feet, and he runs upstairs, and he finds the majority of the crew that was still up there had jumped to the ground, and they were just kind of protecting themselves, a couple braver crew members that stood up and we're kind of looking out towards the west to see if they could see what was going on. But there were no lights. Now it was just these crazy loud exploding sounds coming from the west. And then suddenly, all the sound stopped and Oishi. And the crew at that point braced for what they believed was this inevitable tsunami wave that was going to hit them. But the weird thing was, is after the exploding sound stopped, everything was totally calm. In fact, a wish he glanced over the edge of the boat, and he saw the water was totally Placid, more calm than normal. And after a few more minutes went by, and no massive tsunami wiped them all out. The crew was like, What's going on here?
BRIAN CERVIN LIMPublished 5 months ago in HorrorBANANI GOLF HEIGHT: THE HAUNTING TALE.DOES GHOST WAIT FOR US?
A HAUNTED PLACE OF BANGLADESH… Up until this point, we have focused on haunted places that are either natural landmarks or highways. It is common knowledge that graveyards have long served as a rich source of haunted tales for both rural and urban dwellers. Over the years, countless rumors and stories about various eerie graveyards have circulated from one generation to the next. In Western horror movies or literature, you may have encountered the portrayal of ghosts and malevolent spirits haunting graveyards, often instilling fear in people. Undoubtedly, they provide a spine-chilling experience, don't they? Now, it is time to venture into the haunted graveyard located in Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh. Our attention is drawn to the Banani Graveyard, situated adjacent to the Banai Golf Height…
Nurjahan Akter BornaPublished 5 months ago in HorrorHarvest of Shadows: Unveiling the Cursed Legacy
In the heart of a secluded village nestled between dense forests and rolling hills, the air buzzed with anticipation as the annual harvest festival approached. Villagers eagerly prepared for the grand event, adorning the town square with vibrant decorations and setting up stalls with local delicacies. Little did they know that this year's celebration would unleash a nightmare that had long been confined to the shadows—the Curse of the Harvest Festival.
AshDream_StoryPublished 5 months ago in HorrorA pact with the unknown
In the small town of Darkvale, where shadows seemed to lengthen without apparent reason, a chilling urban legend gripped the inhabitants. Whispers spoke of an otherworldly encounter that occurred between 2 and 5 in the morning, within the confines of the bathroom mirror. It was said that if one dared to peer into the reflective surface during those unearthly hours, a supernatural ordeal would unfold.
Snow Bunnys
Washington State is a spot known for its snowy vistas and picturesque scenery this time of year, and my husky Max and I love it. The snow was part of the reason I moved here after doing my eight years in the military, not wanting to see sand or feel the heat for the rest of my natural life. I thought strongly about Alaska, but I wasn't in love with the price of supplies or the cost of living.
Joshua CampbellPublished 5 months ago in HorrorAre Ghosts Real?
The question of whether ghosts are real has intrigued and perplexed humanity for centuries. Across cultures and civilizations, tales of spectral apparitions and supernatural encounters have been woven into the fabric of folklore and myth. While some dismiss the idea of ghosts as mere products of imagination or psychological phenomena, others maintain that these entities are genuine manifestations of the afterlife. This essay delves into the various perspectives surrounding the existence of ghosts, examining scientific, cultural, and personal dimensions of the debate.
Okosisi GreatPublished 5 months ago in HorrorSoviet Medical Experiment
In the dimly lit room of the Soviet research facility, the Belorussian scientist cautiously pushed open the heavy metal door. His heart raced with anticipation, expecting to find his human test subjects in a state of peaceful slumber. Instead, what greeted him was a scene of absolute chaos, a nightmarish tableau that seemed to defy the laws of sanity.
Jeffrey DeFoorPublished 5 months ago in Horror- Top Story - December 2023
Bloodline
“I can't believe you have never been to Goatman's Bridge, Brittney.” Derrick and his twin brother, Darren, said in unison. “What's so special about it?” Brittney asked as they pulled into a parking spot and got out of the car. “Nothing, really.” Derrick replied. “We have been here a bunch of times, and nothing has ever happened,” Darren told the group. “What is supposed to happen?” Brittney asked. “Well, that is where the intrigue begins.” Derrick said. “It could be one of three options. One is a lynching victim that comes back for revenge, two is the wife of the lynched man, looking for her murdered children, and three is Satanists summoned a portal to Hell.” Everyone was silent as they climbed the small incline to the abandoned road. Soon, they were mere feet from the start of the iron truss bridge with a wooden deck. The four of them stood there for a few seconds before Brittney broke the silence. “What do we do now?” “We need to knock three times at midnight and cross the bridge.” Emily finally spoke up as everyone remained silent and looked at each other. “I don't remember that,” Darren said. “Yeah, you have to knock three times on the bridge at midnight.” Emily took a few steps to the metal supports and knocked. She slowly walked onto the wooden deck. Derrick and Darren were the next two to knock and walk, and then Brittney followed suit. “You know what? I like the idea of the portal to Hell the most. The other two are terrible.” Brittney shivered. “And kind of the same story, right?” Darren looked around, but when no one spoke up, he continued, “It's the wife of the goat herder that got lynched looking for whoever murdered her children. All of them were killed that night by some klansmen.” “I think the goat herder's name was Oscar Kendall, actually.” Emily looked at them, becoming more animated. “It was1899 when a group of …” “We don't need to go down that road tonight, do we, Emily?” Derrick said. Emily glared at him and fell silent. “Hey, I want to know.” Brittney said, giving Derrick a frustrated push. Emily looked smug. “Oscar Kendall was a successful black goat farmer down the way from this bridge. He put a sign that said ‘This way to the Goatman’ on the end of the bridge, and a group of angry white people decided that was worth his life. They pulled him out of his house in the middle of the night and dragged him to the bridge where they had a noose waiting. The mob put Oscar's head through the noose and threw him over the edge of the bridge, but something went wrong, and Oscar's head snapped off his body. They searched for the body up and down Hickory Creek, but it never showed up.” “Where do the three knocks come from?” Brittney asked. “That I don't know,” Emily replied. “Ha … I do.” Darren laughed before replying, “It is the rule of three.” After everyone just kind of shrugged, he explained. “Whatever you put out into the world, whether negative or positive, comes back to you at least threefold.” “So what are we putting out?” Brittney interjected. “Positive or negative?” When he only responded with a shrug, the group fell into general chatter, talking and walking from one side of the bridge to the other without moving further down the deck. A few more minutes dragged by before Derrick and Darren turned to walk down the bridge. Three “nos” instantly came from the young women. “Come on, ladies.” Derrick sighed. “Nothing is going to happen.” Darren assured them. “Fine!” Brittney huffed before she and Emily followed behind the boys, huddling together as they walked. A loud clap of thunder rumbled, but no flash of lightning accompanied it. The girls squealed as they ran to catch up to the boys. Another, even louder crack of thunder, echoed all around them, causing the girls to huddle together as they walked. There was still no flash, and only seconds passed before a third peal of thunder rang out, seemingly from the center of the bridge. A gust of wind sprang forth from nowher, almost pushing the teens to the ground. “What is happening?” Brittney cried. “We don't know,” Derrick shouted. He took a step back as a red circle carved itself out of the fabric of reality. It took less than a second for the circle to become whole, but watching the red line get longer and surviving the ear-splitting tone with which the process assaulted their human ears made it feel like the longest second of their lives. The crimson line became a red circle before the inside of the circle started to trickle down like droplets of blood, completely disappearing at the bottom, revealing a black hole wrapped in crimson liquid. There was a flash of light from inside the hole, and something slowly rolled out of it. The five teens watched as shadowy figures threw something else at the opening. The second item landed right on top of the first and shot it out of the portal to Hell. The group looked down, frozen in fear, to see the head of a goat lying at their feet. The teens all let out a series of cries as they took a few steps back. Darren reached for his phone to catch the experience on video and got recording just in time to get the shadowy figure throwing another object. This odd item had more heat on it and hit Derrick in the chest with a disgusting squish before falling to the ground. It was a human head this time, male, blond haired, with milky blue eyes that stared at them reproachfully. Derrick stumbled over his own feet to turn around and run. Emily fainted when a naked figure stepped to the threshold, haloed in crimson light. An overwhelming smell of decaying flesh invaded the teens' senses before the thing emerged fully. It was a large, muscular man with the legs and head of a goat. In its hands were severed human heads. The literal Goatman stood between seven and nine feet tall with glowing red eyes. Aside from its hind legs and genitals, the beast was hairless and covered in scars. It threw both of the heads it held at Brittney. The giant goat growled as the limber teen dodged the heads and turned to run. Derrick was back down the incline and still running. Emily was mere feet from the monster, but it paid her no mind. Its red eyes were fixated on Brittney. It growled again before lunging at the girl. She was able to roll out of the way and quickly got to her feet to run off the bridge. The demonic satyr jumped in front of her planned route, revealed a thick knife in each hand, and plunged them into the girl's chest. Then, with a swift movement, the Goatman decapitated the screaming girl with the same blades. Her head spun in the air, mouth still open, eyes wide, reflecting the red glow of the unholy portal. The beast let the body drop to the wooden deck but snatched her head out of the air. Without missing a stride, it entered the crimson gateway, the heads of his former victims following on a blast of hot wind. Just as quickly as it had appeared, the portal vanished. In the far distance, thunder rumbled like a contented beast after a meal. As soon as the hole disappeared, Emily dragged herself, shaking to her feet from where she had fallen when the wind knocked her off her feet. She was lucky to have fallen at the right angle to keep from slamming her head into the wooden deck. She finally noticed Darren standing there, recording her. “Are you going to help me or just keep recording?” Emily screamed as she put her hands out towards him. “I can do both,” Darren replied as he stepped over and helped her to her feet, his phone in her face. “What happened?” she asked, still in a daze. Then she noticed Brittney’s body. She screamed. “Brittney!” “The thing chased her down,” Darren said, swallowing hard. “I don't want to know, Darren.” Emily could barely keep the tears at bay. “I want to go home. Now!” “The car is back this way …” “Let’s go.” Her words were high pitched, but Emily stopped, took in a breath, then finished in a regular tone. Tears tracked down the smudges of dirt on her face. “Around. I will walk around,” Emily said as she took a few steps away from the support of Darren. “That's a dead end now,” Darren replied as he continued to record her. Emily stopped walking and slumped her shoulders before turning around. When she noticed Darren was recording her, she let out an angry “Stop!” and tried to walk to him. He laughed as he pranced in front of her, mocking each stumbling step before stopping and letting her catch up. When she did, he turned his camera off. “Are you sure you don't want to see what you missed?” Darren asked, teasing her with his phone. Emily walked to the other side of the bridge, keeping her eyes focused on the metal supports as she hurried along. Darren followed her, but seconds after leaving the bridge, the phone was back in her face. “How are you so calm?” Emily asked as they walked down the incline. “I kind of shit my pants.” Darren looked back at her with raised eyebrows before shrugging and almost whispering, “And I froze.” Emily could barely hold back a laugh for a moment before asking, “What was with the phone?” “He just looked through me, and I knew he didn't want me.” Darren stared at her, “And then I figured I should record it because no one would believe us.” “I can't believe the story was true,” Emily said as they stood where the car should have been. “Right, who knew the Satanists actually summoned a demon?” Darren responded as he started to fidget with his phone again. “Where is it?” “Derrick left us?” Emily leaned on the incline, “And if that was a demon, it would have killed anyone, right? I think the story about being judged off your bloodline is true.” “What?” Darren snapped. “I think Brittney had klansmen in her heritage.” Emily said matter of factly “What the hell, Emily?” Darren yelled as he shakily pointed to the bridge. Standing at the edge of the bridge was a beautiful ebony skinned woman, wrapped in an eerie white light, with her arms stretched out towards the teens. She whispered something that was then carried on the wind. “Thank you.” “You're welcome, Mama.” Emily whispered uncomfortably to herself.
Colt HendersonPublished 5 months ago in Horror Stephen King I Have a Story Plot For You
Today was a surreal day, in that I felt like I was living inside a Stephen King story and I brought my son along for the ride.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 5 months ago in Horror