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.
Jenglot of Indonesian Folklore
If you follow me on Instagram, you might already know I have a haunted doll collection. I'm a big fan of creepy little dolls who tend to move on their own, wake you up in the middle of the night with an echoing giggle, or borrow a butcher knife from the kitchen. There are many different takes on haunted dolls, particularly depending upon the culture they're from. Most of mine are antique porcelain dolls with movable limbs and dead eyes; some even have music boxes and will play a song and dance.
By J.A. Hernandez3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 9
December 19th- Skyrgámur The doors didn't stop slamming that day. Well, no, that isn't exactly true. As I lay in my bed, my own door braced with a chair, I would feel my tired eyes try to slip shut. My brain would beg for sleep, and my body would try to oblige, but the second my soft snores would begin, the door to the room would slam shut, and I would wake up. I repeated this process throughout the day, nearly sleeping only to be jerked violently awake again, and, coupled with my lack of sleep from the last few days, it started to take a toll.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 8
December 18th- Hurðaskellir Arnar came to see me the next day. Davin had left early that morning, and I had been asleep on the couch when he had knocked. The farmer looked embarrassed, and I figured that Olf had something to do with him showing up. He took one look at my stiff gate and my blotchy face and shook his head. He must have known they would come for me, and I couldn't help but feel that his insight might have helped me get the better of them.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 6
December 17th- Askasleikir I came out to a maelstrom of mess. As bad as it had been the morning before, it was ten times as bad now. As I came into the living room, I wasn’t sure there was one piece of furniture still upright. The tv had been pushed over, the cord cut and the screen cracked. The couch was overturned and my recliner had been sliced and pierced. The coffee table was so much kindling now, and they had ground mud and food into the carpet. Someone had taken coal from the coal box and scrawled messages onto the wall in a language I couldn’t read, and the table was gouged with runes and strange marks.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 5
December 16- Pottaskefill As bad as things had been, they were only about to get worse. I returned early that first morning to find all my pans, even the new ones I'd bought yesterday, my leftovers, my spoons, and my ladles missing. Just gone! I looked around, but they were nowhere to be found. Not only that, but there's frozen lamb missing from my freezer, and the coffee creamer in the refrigerator has been drunk and left empty for me to find.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diary- Pt 2- December 13th- Giljagaur
What a night. I got some sleep after last night's excitement, but Davin apparently got up early to help Olf with some minor chores. I awoke at four to the sound of snowballs hitting my livingroom window and looked out to see Davin and Olf laughing as they roused me from sleep. Davin looked a little sorry when I came out, dressed in my heavy coat and snow pants, but Olf looked unrepentant as he grinned through his neat red beard.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
