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.
Stragview Stories- His Happy Place
“It’s out by the dumpster, you better send the money. I could get fired for this.” Mark sighed as he read the message, pulling on his pants as he grabbed his car keys. He’d have to be quick before someone figured out what it was. Kevin hadn’t been wrong. He and Mark could get in trouble for what they were about to do. Kevin could get fired, but Mark could very easily be arrested for trespassing. He didn’t work at the prison anymore, and
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
He doesn't know that he's dead
In the depths of a stormy night, David found himself alone, huddled on the couch in his dimly lit room. The eerie glow of the laptop screen flickered, casting haunting shadows across the walls. As he immersed himself in his favourite program, an unsettling feeling crept over him, and he began to hear chilling whispers echoing through the empty halls of his home. Compelled to investigate, David ventured downstairs, only to find his mother engaged in an unsettling conversation with ghostly figures, her words distorted and unnatural. His father, too, was engaged in an eerie exchange with his neighbours, their faces contorted with a sinister gleam. Bewildered and unnerved, David questioned the peculiar behaviour of his family, unable to fathom the nightmarish reality that awaited him. Suddenly, the atmosphere in his room transformed into an abyssal void, as if he had been transported to the depths of a malevolent sea. Panic gripped his heart, suffocating him, until he awoke with a jolt. Beads of cold sweat coated his brow as he dismissed the encounter as a mere nightmare. But the horrors that unfolded before him defied reason. Before his disbelieving eyes, a shadowy figure emerged, forcefully pushing him into a bottomless expanse of water. Desperate to escape, David fought against the unseen assailant, his screams of terror echoing through the depths. Abruptly, he woke once more, gasping for air. The cycle of dread and despair seemed unending, as though he was trapped in a cruel, recurring nightmare, condemned to relive his watery demise. Fearful and disoriented, David descended the stairs, seeking solace and protection from his mother. Yet, her voice remained silent, unresponsive to his desperate calls. Frantically, he sought his father, pouring out his terrifying ordeal, only to be met with an unnerving silence. His father, in a trance-like state, joined david's friends without acknowledging David's anguish, further fuelling the young man's mounting terror. Summoning all his courage, David pleaded with his friends to accompany him back to his room. Desperate for validation, he urged them to witness the horrors that plagued his very existence. In a surreal turn of events, they obliged, only to become engrossed in a mundane game of PlayStation, their laughter echoing hollowly through the room. Left bewildered and abandoned, David ventured to the sanctuary of the bathroom, seeking a moment of respite. But the sight that greeted him shattered his fragile sanity. Reflected in the mirror was his lifeless body, submerged in the bathtub, a chilling testimony to his tragic demise. “Yes, He’s dead!”. A haunting realization washed over him as he sensed a malevolent presence, a wicked grin etched upon the face of the figure who had orchestrated his untimely demise. The intertwining narratives had finally converged. The first part, a sinister prelude to his funeral, had unfolded before his very eyes. The second part, the sinister truth of his demise, had unfolded in the depths of his subconscious. A wave of sorrow engulfed him as he realized he would never gaze upon the face of his tormentor, forever shrouded in darkness. In this twisted tale, the boundaries between dreams and reality dissolved, leaving behind a haunting legacy of unanswered questions and a restless soul condemned to eternal darkness. Do you love to read it? Share your thoughts with me💭💭
By Vishnu Priya3 years ago in Horror
The Haunting at Moonlight Manor
Title: The Haunting at Moonlight Manor: Once nestled on a desolate hillside, Moonlight Manor stood as a testament to an era long forgotten. Its dilapidated facade whispered stories of unspeakable horrors that had transpired within its walls. Locals, consumed by fear and superstition, spoke of the tragic fate that awaited anyone foolish enough to set foot inside. Nonetheless, curiosity overcame the residents of the nearby town, beckoning them toward the decaying manor.
By Abdul Haseeb Rizvi Attari3 years ago in Horror
Can Experiencing Horror Help Your Brain?
Fear gets a bad rap. It’s a so-called negative emotion, one that supposedly stands between us and our dreams. It is certainly true that pure fear doesn’t feel good, but that is the whole point of the emotion. Fear tells us to get the hell out of Dodge because Dodge is a bad place. Fear evolved over millions of years to protect us from danger. So, yes, fear is a feel-bad emotion, but also, and perhaps paradoxically, the engine in a whole range of pleasurable activities and behaviors—which inspire what we can call recreational fear.
By Mark Xavier3 years ago in Horror
Echoes of Hollowwood Farm
Nestled deep in the countryside, far away from the prying eyes of civilization, stood an old and weathered farmhouse known as Hollowwood Farm. The locals spoke of it in hushed whispers, for it was said to be haunted by an evil presence that had plagued the land for generations. No one dared to venture near the farm after sunset, fearing the malevolent spirit that roamed its dark corridors.
By The Truth Speaks3 years ago in Horror
La Llorona of Mexico City
If you follow horror films or grew up hearing scary stories from Mexico or the United States Southwest, you may have already heard of the legend La Llorona, but keep reading because you may find a few surprising things you didn't know. If you've never heard of La Llorona, then let me tell you why wandering the streets at night might get you a close encounter of the ghostly kind.
By J.A. Hernandez3 years ago in Horror
