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 Mothman: The Winged Omen of Point Pleasant
It began with red eyes in the dark. Not glowing like flashlights, not reflecting like animal eyes... they burned, steady and unnatural, staring out from the abandoned TNT plant on a cold West Virginia night in 1966.
By Veil of Shadows5 months ago in Horror
Life at a Crossroads
Ian kissed his wife's necklace and then looked both ways before entering the intersection with his briefcase. He saw no traffic coming down the dirt roads; it was unlikely considering the stars above and the treeline in the distance. He took out his chalk and drew the circle.
By Jamais Jochim5 months ago in Horror
Kuchisake-Onna: The Terrifying History of Japan's Slit-Mouthed Woman
Of all the terrifying Japanese characters of folklore, the Kuchisake-Onna, or the "Slit-Mouthed Woman," is maybe the most terrifying and enduring. Her story is a complex blend of ancient myth and modern urban legend, a ghost whose history is as vague and malleable as the black it is said to haunt.
By Kyrol Mojikal5 months ago in Horror
The Betz Sphere: The Alien Orb That Fought Back
In the spring of 1974, a Florida family stumbled upon something they couldn’t explain. It wasn’t a flying saucer. It wasn’t a creature from another world. It was a perfectly polished metal sphere, about the size of a bowling ball, lying in the ashes of a brush fire on their property.
By Veil of Shadows5 months ago in Horror
You Should Never Play With Your Food
Herrold let go of the rope with his left hand to grab at the window ledge. Once he was secure, he did the same with his right hand. He then swung up on the ledge. He landed supine on the massive ledge. He breathed in deeply. He then rose to sitting, twisting around.
By Jamais Jochim5 months ago in Horror
Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
SEASON 1 Chapter 1 The sea at Blackwater Point was never truly silent. It was a restless, churning entity, a constant whisper against the cliffs, a low, guttural growl in the hollows of the rocks. But on the night the new keeper arrived, the whispers had a different quality. They sounded like names.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror
