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 Unseen Terror: A Tale of Demons, Monsters, and Haunted Souls
Chapter 1: The Haunted House The story begins with a group of five friends, Claire, Mike, Tom, Sarah, and Emily, planning to explore an abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. The mansion, known as "The Bloodworth House," has a sinister reputation, with locals claiming it's haunted by the ghosts of its former residents who were murdered there. Despite the rumours, the group is excited to explore the mansion and see for themselves if the stories are true.
By John Bharathi J3 years ago in Horror
The role of compromise in polyamorous relationships
Polyamory is the practice of engaging in romantic or sexual relationships with multiple people at the same time, with the knowledge and consent of all involved. In polyamorous relationships, the role of compromise is essential for maintaining healthy and fulfilling connections between partners. In this article, we will explore the role of compromise in polyamorous relationships and provide strategies for navigating the unique challenges that arise in these types of relationships.
By Rajveer Digital Marketer3 years ago in Horror
Where Cats Don't Go
Harold would never forget the strange house in the middle of the Cul-de-sac. There were all sorts of rumors about the house, but most were just the stories children made up to explain strange things. The local kids said that the woman who lived there was a witch. They said that she kidnapped and ate children. They said that if you went by the house at night, you could see strange lights coming from the basement, and sometimes you could hear screams after dark. They claimed that she had lived there for years and years and that the old woman had existed there for generations.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Hiker's Tale
A Hiker's Tale - A Horror Story Preview Into the sequel of 'The Devil's Tales' Sequel coming out in 2023. It was supposed to be a chance to find myself, I’m not sure where it went wrong. Perhaps, if I had just stayed in bed that morning I wouldn’t be here, I just needed to escape reality. My therapist said “How do you know, unless you try?” and with that the plan was to break out of my comfort zone and try something new. I was scrolling through social media online and came across a picture, it showed rolling mountains engulfed by trees and a sunset that spoke a thousand words. This was it, something that would get me out of my comfort zone. Good idea, right? The scenery was even better than the pictures, it felt almost too good to be true. I had everything I needed, according to youtube's search results for hiking and survival gear, at least I hoped so anyways. I was halfway through the first branch of the trail I was following for my hike, my legs felt like jello, I was sweating out more than what I was drinking, and was really regretting leaving the comforts of my air conditioning. How did I ever believe I could pull this off? I slumped myself against a tree and looked up through the dancing leaves on the branches. Did I even tell anyone I was coming here? I pulled out my phone and squinted my brows at the zero signal. Looks like I’m not the one to assign to planning anything out, I can’t even plan out a hike at this rate. If I turn back now, I’m just proving I can’t change. I sucked up my sorrow and kept going. I had arrived at the site early in the morning, which should have given me plenty of time to make it to a clearing at the end of the first branch to camp out. It felt like only a few hours had passed, yet why was it getting dark already? I could see a light flicker at what looked about half a mile out through some trees off trail, according to the map I studied I should still have another three to four hours of hiking before the clearing. At the rate things are going though, it’d be pitch black by the time I got there. Against my better judgment, I crossed my fingers hoping perhaps it was a ranger building, or other hikers and went for it. The forest seemed to grow thicker the more I walked off trail, and the sunlight seemed to be rapidly fading away from me. This is it isn’t it? I’ll be one of those girls on a missing persons poster, well thats if anyone would even care to look for me. I could see the flickering light fairly close now. It was a small house, with no roads to or from. I didn’t see it listed anywhere on the map, so to say the least I was baffled.‘Knock-knock’, I tapped my fist on the wooden door only for there to be no answer. I stood in place for a moment, wondering if I had made a mistake. To my surprise the door slowly creaked open, but no one was there. I stepped inside, “Hello, is anyone there?”. Nothing. I looked about and saw a lit fire, it crackled away heating the room, in front of it was a rocking chair, and a worn down sofa. The walls were grasped by vines and ivy, as if the house had became part of the forest. I was tired, and the darkness had swept over the forest outside. I walked over and sat down on the couch, I pulled my survival knife out from my hiking bag and clutched it in my hand. Better safe than sorry. It felt like the most comforting thing in the world for some reason. I tried to keep my eyes open as I gazed at the fireplace, worried that the owner would swoop in at any moment, to find me a stranger in their home. Before I knew it, I was swept away into the most peaceful sleep. It felt like I had slept for days when I felt a nudge. “Hello, what are you doing here?”, a man stood leaned over and looked down at me with puzzled eyes. This is my chance. I swung my arm up and hit into the side of his neck as hard as I could with my knife. According to amazon reviews it is one of the sharpest knives you can get. He gargled, clawed his hands at the area I stabbed, as if it could save him. His eyes watered with a pleading look. I knew I could change.
By Erica Rose3 years ago in Horror
The Whispering Woods
In the heart of the dense forest lay the Whispering Woods, a place where the trees whispered secrets to those who dared to listen. It was said that those who wandered into the woods would never return, and that the spirits of the lost lingered on, their whispers carrying on the wind.
By Samantha Mia3 years ago in Horror
Doctor Winters Forgetfulness Clinic-My Uncle Trapped a Demon
"Mr. Pate, how are you today?" The man sitting across from her looked like he was doing quite poorly. Calling him a man might have been generous, Dr. Winter saw. He was a large teen, probably still in high school, but his face bore the look worn by inmates on death row. Though filled with melancholy, he had none of the trappings that usually accompanied children in their late teens. His arms bore none of the self-harm scars Winter usually found. He wasn't festooned in dark colors or piercings, and even his haircut was unassuming.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Purple Haze
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a phenomenon the small town of Laurel, Mississippi looked forward to every night. People of all ages would saunter to their front doors to be a part of the "purple haze" that formed nightly for the past week.
By Adrianne Kirksey3 years ago in Horror
