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.
Horror Mirror Bleeds Reality
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At first, I dismissed it as a trick of the light, but then the image began to shift, revealing an alternate reality that chilled me to the bone. The landscape beyond the mirror was dark and foreboding, with twisted trees and gnarled branches stretching towards a blood-red sky.
By Adil Farooq3 years ago in Horror
The House on the Hill
Samantha had always been drawn to the old house on the hill. It was a sprawling mansion that had been abandoned for years, its windows boarded up and its gardens overgrown with weeds. Despite its dilapidated state, Samantha couldn't help but feel a strange fascination with the place.
By Taha Qadri3 years ago in Horror
The Dead of Sahara
Chapter 1: The Plan Ali, Mark, Sarah, Tom, and Lisa met on an online forum for adventurous travelers. They had all expressed an interest in exploring the Sahara Desert, and had decided to band together to make the journey. They spent months planning the trip, researching the best routes, and gathering supplies. Ali and Mark, who were studying in the UK, flew to Morocco where they met up with Sarah, Tom, and Lisa who had flown in from the US. The group rented an SUV and began their journey towards the desert.
By Muhammed ali shahid3 years ago in Horror
SILENT TORTURE: THE CLOCK-TURNERS CURSE
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. “It wasn’t my own…it wasn’t my own…it wasn’t my own…I swear.” Small jewel-like thorns grow from the veins glittering the ground like the dust from diamonds. Some say you can see your soul in the reflection, others say it steals a part of you. No one has ever lived long enough to tell. It’s well known that Wolf-Firs protect the heart of the tree. Each of them grows with splinters of mirrors that twist and braid themselves into the rings of the trees like ticks on a clock—they will last hundreds-of-thousands of years and are virtually indestructible. Many people die trying to steal a piece of their trunks—very valuable parts in these lands. BUT, if you ever spot a Wolf-Fir do not let it lure you in, do not…. for you might not escape the hands of time as each passing attempt traps you further and further behind, sinking it's poisonous teeth in you until you disappear forever.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Horror
Cashmere Hospital- The Man Made of Stars
"I can't get it out of my head. I don't know what to do. Mark said you might be able to help me, but I don't know how." I was sitting by the fountain in the outdoor garden, which most people used as a smoking area. The angel statue held a jug that constantly burbled out water, and I found the patter soothing. I came here to think sometimes, to collect my thoughts, and it was a great comfort to me since the incident with the elevator. I found myself here more and more often these days. Writing this book about the things I've seen and heard in Cashmere Hospital is taking a toll on me, and I think it's impossible to not wonder why I stay in the belly of the beast as I write more and more about the things that go on here.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Mysterious Case of the SS Ourang Medan: Fact or Fiction?
The story of the SS Ourang Medan varies depending on where you hear it, but according to Ripley's, one of the most popular versions says that the ship was passing through the Strait of Malacca in the 1940s.
By Rare Stories3 years ago in Horror
Simple Simon Says
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At least, I didn’t think it was at first. As my hand and reflection met, making a ghostly hue around the fingers on the icy glass, I struggled to recall why I was here, cold and alone in this dark compartment.
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Horror
The last day
It was the last day of the time, and the small city of Millfield was eerily quiet. The residers had all retreated to their homes to prepare for the New Year's Eve fests. But there was commodity portentous in the air as if the city was holding its breath, staying for commodity terrible to be.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror






