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.
Horrible Incident On A Midnight Bike Ride
Horrible Incident on a Midnight Bike Ride The wind howled through the empty streets as darkness enveloped the city. The moon, obscured by thick clouds, cast an eerie glow upon the deserted roads. It was the kind of night that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. And yet, amidst this haunting atmosphere, a group of friends embarked on a daredevil adventure – a midnight bike ride through the haunted outskirts of town.
By Ganesh Agm3 years ago in Horror
The House of Shadows. Content Warning.
The old mansion stood perched on the outskirts of town, its towering facade casting long shadows that seemed to stretch far beyond the reach of the moonlight. Locals whispered tales of the house's dark past, claiming it was haunted by the spirits of those who had met tragic ends within its walls. Its ornate windows were said to glow with an otherworldly light on moonlit nights, and eerie whispers could be heard in the wind that swept through the overgrown garden. Few dared to venture near the house, for its mysteries were as captivating as they were chilling.
By Word Weaver 3 years ago in Horror
Woodsman
November 29th, 1997 – Goodsprings, Virginia It was already dark by the time we got into town. I can’t recall the time exactly, but our flight had been delayed and so too had our ride out of Richmond; naturally, we found the nearest place that might serve a half-decent drink.
By Charlie Sumner3 years ago in Horror
The old house
Story 1 The old house. The old house stood on the outskirts of town, surrounded by trees that seemed to watch with ominous eyes. It was said that no one had lived there for years, but the locals swore they could hear strange noises coming from the dilapidated structure at night.
By Naghman Mirza3 years ago in Horror
"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.
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
