travel

Haunted locales and houses of horror from the Amityville home to the Tower of London; travel tips for those seeking a trip filled with fun and evil.

The Gospel of Devastation
There's nothing to fear except... me. Forget what FDR said; he never met me. Born from the wretched and venomous womb of my dear mother, I was brought into the world. No screaming. No red flags flew overhead.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Horror
A House in Peshawar. AI-Generated.
The old house on Kohat Road had been abandoned for decades. Its wooden shutters hung loose, its stone walls bore cracks wide enough for the wind to whistle through, and the locals swore that after dusk, a dim light flickered in its upper window. Children dared each other to throw stones at its broken gate, but no one had ever stepped inside and returned with a smile. The place had a reputation: cursed, haunted, and dangerous.
By Ayub khan5 months ago in Horror
Story – The Desert Ride
In 2019, I took a solo trip through the American Southwest. I’d flown into Phoenix, rented a car, and planned to drive across Arizona, dipping into New Mexico and back, just to see the desert landscapes I’d only ever read about.
By Qaseem Ahmadzai5 months ago in Horror
Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something eminently human beaconed from his eye; something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was austere with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify a taste for vintages; and though he enjoyed the theatre, had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years. But he had an approved tolerance for others; sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in any extremity inclined to help rather than to reprove. “I incline to Cain’s heresy,” he used to say quaintly: “I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.” In this character, it was frequently his fortune to be the last reputable acquaintance and the last good influence in the lives of downgoing men. And to such as these, so long as they came about his chambers, he never marked a shade of change in his demeanour.
By Ayub khan5 months ago in Horror
✈️ Story – The Wrong Turn in the Alps
This happened in the summer after my sophomore year of college. A friend and I had decided to backpack through Europe, hopping from country to country with cheap train passes and whatever hostels we could afford. Most nights were noisy bunks in overcrowded dorm rooms, but sometimes we got creative — sleeping on benches, taking overnight trains just to save money on lodging, and, in one case, camping behind a gas station.
By Qaseem Ahmadzai5 months ago in Horror
The Last Message
It started with a message... Emma, a 23-year-old student from London, had always been curious about the darker side of the internet. A self-proclaimed “paranormal enthusiast,” she loved browsing through mysterious forums, reading creepy tales, and watching strange, unsolved disappearances. One night, after scrolling through a forum she hadn’t visited before, she came across an unusual post titled “Send a Message to the Future, and It Will Reply.”
By ABDU LLAH5 months ago in Horror
A Visit From Within.
She was young, rich, and very proud, her voice was strong, her rules too loud. Her workers feared, her dates grew cold, she wanted perfect, hard and bold.
By Chris Liberty 5 months ago in Horror
Bloody Ceiling. Content Warning.
The inn was old—older than the crooked sign swinging above its warped doorway suggested. Paint peeled from the shutters, and ivy strangled the stone walls. But the price was cheap, and after a day of driving through the rain, Hal Draycott didn’t care about peeling paint or creaking stairs. He cared about a bed and a roof.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Knock at 2 A.M.
I don’t usually wake up at 2 A.M. I am the kind of person who sleeps like a rock. But that night, something pulled me out of my dreams—like a string yanking me awake.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Horror
The Girl in the Box: The Chilling Ordeal of Colleen Stan. Content Warning.
The Girl in the Box: The Chilling Ordeal of Colleen Stan On May 19, 1977, 20-year-old Colleen Stan set out from her home in Eugene, Oregon, with nothing more on her mind than a road trip to visit a friend in Northern California. She was young, adventurous, and like many at the time, comfortable hitchhiking. What began as a routine ride soon spiraled into one of the most shocking and disturbing captivity cases in American history. For the next seven years, Colleen’s life would be stolen from her, locked away—quite literally—in a wooden box beneath a bed.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Train to the Sea
Start writing...I had never taken the long train to the coast before. People always said it was too slow, too old, and not worth the trip. But I didn’t care. That morning, when the sky was pale blue and the air smelled like fresh bread from the bakery near my street, I packed a small bag and decided to go.
By Qaseem Ahmadzai5 months ago in Horror
Don’t Open the Door
I’ve always thought living alone was freedom. No arguments about dishes, no noise I didn’t choose, no one asking why I was awake at three in the morning. Just me, my books, and the quiet.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Horror