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 Forgotten Lighthouse"
On a desolate stretch of coastline, where jagged cliffs met the crashing waves, stood a forgotten lighthouse. It once guided ships to safety, its beacon piercing through the darkness of the night. But now, its weathered exterior and broken windows told a tale of neglect and abandonment. Amelia, a young aspiring writer, sought solitude and inspiration as she embarked on a personal writing retreat. Drawn to the mystique of the abandoned lighthouse, she found herself standing at its weathered door, her curiosity urging her to step inside. With each creak of the floorboards, Amelia entered a world frozen in time. Dust particles danced in the slivers of sunlight that filtered through the broken windows. The air carried whispers of forgotten tales and untold secrets. As she climbed the spiraling staircase, Amelia's heart quickened. The higher she ascended, the stronger the sensation that she was being watched. Shadows seemed to dance along the walls, casting eerie silhouettes that sent shivers down her spine. Reaching the top, Amelia gazed out at the vast expanse of the ocean. The view was breathtaking, but a deep sadness lingered in the air. The lighthouse had witnessed countless storms and shipwrecks, its beacon a guiding light that had saved many lives. Yet now, it stood as a relic of the past, neglected and abandoned. Nightfall descended, enveloping the lighthouse in a shroud of darkness. Amelia, undeterred by the eerie atmosphere, lit a solitary candle, casting flickering shadows on the cracked walls. It was in that moment that she felt a presence, an ethereal energy enveloping her. Whispers filled the room, barely audible but laden with longing and sorrow. Amelia strained to listen, piecing together fragments of stories lost to time. Tales of brave sailors lost at sea, of love and tragedy intertwined in the relentless waves. Driven by a newfound purpose, Amelia began writing. She penned the forgotten tales, giving voice to the lost souls trapped within the lighthouse's walls. She poured her heart and soul into the stories, weaving them into a tapestry of melancholic beauty. As her words flowed, the lighthouse seemed to come alive. Its broken windows glowed with an otherworldly light, and the whispers grew stronger. The forgotten spirits found solace in Amelia's words, their stories finally being heard. Days turned into weeks as Amelia devoted herself to the tales of the forgotten lighthouse. Word spread of her work, and visitors flocked to witness the lighthouse's transformation. The broken windows were repaired, the walls painted anew, and the beacon atop the tower radiated with a renewed purpose. Amelia's writing became a beacon of its own, drawing people from far and wide. The lighthouse once again became a symbol of hope and inspiration, its stories touching the hearts of all who ventured there. Years later, as Amelia stood at the lighthouse's entrance, a sense of fulfillment washed over her. The forgotten lighthouse had become a sanctuary, a place where lost stories found redemption. And Amelia, the guardian of those tales, had found her own voice amidst the whispers of the forgotten. And so, the abandoned lighthouse, once destined to fade into oblivion, stood as a testament to the power of storytelling and the resilience of the human spirit.
By Amadi Jessica3 years ago in Horror
Joyride. Top Story - June 2023. Content Warning.
*** Content Warning: Although humorous, this is a ghost story. Contains descriptions of after-death experiences. The aged leather of the barely-padded seat felt welcoming and familiar, or at least it would have, if he had any feeling in his spectral buttocks. Phil sighed, or would have, if anything existed in his translucent chest to hold the air it would require. The memories of his senses would have to suffice. His cold, unfeeling hands curled lovingly around the cracked bakelite rim of the narrow steering wheel.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Horror
Hunter's Dungeon
In a world shrouded in darkness, where mythical creatures roamed and magic was both feared and revered, there stood an ancient dungeon. Known as the Hunter's Dungeon, it had captured the imaginations of brave adventurers and aspiring hunters for centuries. Tales of untold treasures and fearsome monsters filled the minds of those who dared to venture inside its mysterious depths.
By shena Khan3 years ago in Horror
A molevolent creature
[📖NOVELIST] Pull up a chair and let me tell you a tale unlike any other. It's the story of the Tiyanak, a malevolent creature that takes on the form of an innocent infant in order to lure in unsuspecting victims. The night sky was full of stars as two young parents, Gina and Mark, stepped out of the hospital holding their newborn baby girl. Gina's pregnancy had been a difficult one, so it was with immense joy that they took their bundle of joy home to finally start their life as a family.
By Charles Carlos3 years ago in Horror
The Abandonded Schoolhouse
Title: The Abandoned Schoolhouse There were rumors about an abandoned schoolhouse located deep in the woods. People whispered that it was haunted, and strange occurrences had been reported by those who dared to explore it. Despite the warnings, a group of friends decided to go on an adventure and explore the schoolhouse for themselves. As they walked through the dense forest, the trees began to thin, and the schoolhouse appeared before them. The building was old and worn, with broken windows and graffiti adorning the walls. The friends cautiously approached the entrance as a chilly wind blew around them. The door creaked as it opened, and they stepped inside. The first thing they noticed was the eerie silence, broken only by the sound of their footsteps echoing down the hallways. The floors were covered in dust, and cobwebs hung from the ceiling. The air felt thick, and the group realized that they were not alone. They heard shuffling noises coming from one of the classrooms and decided to investigate. As they entered the room, they saw a shadowy figure in the corner. The group froze, their hearts pounding in their chests. Suddenly, the figure began to move towards them, revealing a ghostly face. The friends tried to run, but the door slammed shut, locking them inside. As they struggled to find a way out, strange things began to happen. The walls began to shift, portraits on the wall changed, and whispers filled the air. They were trapped, and the ghost seemed to be getting closer. The friends soon realized that they were not the only ones in the schoolhouse. There were other spirits trapped there, some seeking revenge, others searching for peace. They had to find a way to communicate with them to understand what they needed. As they investigated the schoolhouse, they discovered that it was once home to a cruel schoolmaster who had tortured his students. The spirits of the children still lingered, their souls trapped within the walls of the school. They were seeking justice and needed the friends' help to finally rest in peace. The friends spent the entire night trying to communicate with the spirits, unraveling the mystery of the schoolhouse. They learned that the schoolmaster had committed many atrocities, including murder, and had buried his victims within the walls of the building. As dawn approached, the friends finally managed to escape from the schoolhouse, leaving the spirits behind. They notified the authorities, who investigated the building, discovering the schoolmaster's victims, and bringing to light the horrors that had happened within the building. From that day forward, the schoolhouse was never approached again. The spirits of the students finally found peace, and the story of the abandoned schoolhouse became a cautionary tale for those seeking adventure in the woods.
By Charles Carlos3 years ago in Horror
A Sex with spirits
s A Tryst with the Ethereal Once, in the small town of Ravenswood, nestled deep within the misty mountains, there lived a woman named Amelia. She was an enigmatic and seductive beauty, captivating the hearts of every man who laid eyes upon her. Amelia had an aura that radiated sensuality, and whispers of her passionate encounters spread like wildfire through the town.
By Ganesh Agm3 years ago in Horror
A Tick Tick Minutes
A Tick-Tick Minutes The old Victorian mansion stood tall and foreboding on the outskirts of the small, sleepy town. Locals whispered in hushed tones about the eerie happenings that occurred within its walls. Legends spoke of a malevolent spirit haunting the house, its presence felt by the chilling drafts and inexplicable sounds that echoed through the empty corridors. No one dared to venture near the mansion after sunset, for it was said that time itself warped within those haunted walls.
By Ganesh Agm3 years ago in Horror
The Eye behind the computer
Imagine that every keystroke you make, every website you visit, every email you send, and every call you make is being monitored by your employer. Imagine that your productivity, performance, and behaviour are being tracked and analysed by a software that can alert your boss if you do something wrong. Imagine that you have no privacy, no autonomy, and no trust at work.
By Hector Sampson3 years ago in Horror
"Broken Monsters"
In the gritty streets of Detroit, a city plagued by decay and despair, a series of gruesome murders shook the community to its core. The bodies found were more than just victims; they were grotesque works of art, created by a deranged mind that reveled in the macabre. And at the center of it all was a killer who left a chilling signature—a grotesque fusion of human and animal, a broken monster.
By Ebad Paras Afzal3 years ago in Horror
