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.
Red Wax
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. For the last five years, my job had taken me far out into the national forest, doing mostly geological survey and conservation. Every day on the commute, I passed the cabin.
By Hope Gordon3 years ago in Horror
56 West Tree
Jeff had been a police officer for the small town of Briare for six years. The town had a population of about seven thousand and positioned as they were in the North Georgia hills, they didn't get a lot of tourist traffic like some towns in the area. Blaire got its share of Leaf Lookers, people in vans or SUVs who come up to see the leaves change and clog up traffic for a few months, but they were usually gone by mid-November or early December. They blew away with the leaves, and Blaire was left as sleepy and quiet as usual. The town had a Walmart, as all towns do, six restaurants, two chain restaurants and four local spots, a hardware store, two gas stations, two red lights, and a small main street area sporting a dozen little shops. Briare had a combination k through twelve school, and the Briar Thorns hadn't gone past the local division since Clay Jackson took them to state in the late nineties. It was a small town that rarely needed the four deputies who assisted Sheriff Whitacker in the day-to-day protection of the town.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
October 5th
Ever since I decided to move into a cabin in the mountains, I have had writer's block. I thought that the mountains would give me more motivation for my book, but so far, nothing. My publisher asked me to write something scary this time, so I had the idea to write about the sightings of this "Skinwalker". He was hesitant at first, but when I told him that I would travel and research about Skinwalkers first, he was on board for it. So, I did my research, and found out that there were sightings in Utah, in the mountains. I rented a cabin near the sightings by Skinwalker Ranch, at least that is what the locals call it. When I got to the cabin, I settled down and got my laptop set up to start the new book. Of course, though, not a single thought to start. So, I went out into the woods surrounding the cabin, looked around the area and, of course, nothing. I went to grab my camera thinking I might be able to catch evidence or clues, but like always, I found nothing. Then it hit me, remembering all the research I did, all the sightings that I found online, happened at nighttime. It was only three in the afternoon, so I went back to my cabin and waited for nightfall. I Thought to myself that I would take a nap until the moon rises. I sat on the couch drifting off to the comfort of the fireplace. I got woken up by an unrealistic shriek that almost sounded like an animal, but not like any animal I’ve ever heard. I noticed that it was around 10pm, and pitch black out, so this is the perfect time to go out and see what I can find. I grabbed my video camera, and set out on this dark skinwalking adventure. I probably walked about two miles trying to catch anything on my video camera, but I haven’t seen or heard anything. It’s already about midnight, so I decided to go back to the cabin. On my way back, I heard something rustling in the bushes next to me. Probably just a rabbit or a raccoon. I kept walking back towards the cabin while looking at the video footage to see if I caught anything at all. I heard the rustling again, but it sounded much closer. Thought nothing of it. I was able to see the chimney of the cabin, almost there. Then I heard right behind me, it sounded like rustling bushes. It sounded big. I decided to start video recording again, even though it sounded big, I slowly turned around. What I saw, in the bushes, glowing eyes. Whatever this thing is, it was hunched over. It started to stand up like a human being, I froze in place. When it started yelling, I ran, almost fumbling over my own feet. If I can just get to the cabin, I’ll be safe. I hear it behind me, chasing me. Feel like I’m going to collapse. I’m almost at the door, if I can just make it to the porch…
By Rachel Dailey3 years ago in Horror
A Touching Gift
Glen had always been a bit of a ladies' man. Ever since his first girlfriend, he'd been a firm believer in the "love um and leave um" school of thought. In high school, it caused some trouble. Glen was the handsome football player who went through women like water, and it seemed he was always in the middle of some drama. In a way, Glen guessed he fed off it, loving the attention he got from being at the center of such controversy. As he got older, Glen found similar conquests out in the real world. The car lot he worked at held a bevy of pretty clients, pretty secretaries, and lovely bosses who became far less authoritarian once the bedroom door was shut.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Rain Man
Her mother told her to lock all the doors, close all the curtains, go to the basement, and stay quiet. Lisa thought it was because of the tornado but her mother was more afraid of the man in the night than any storm. As the rain poured down, the thunder made its big booming presence known. Lisa sat in the small corner of the dimly lit basement mindlessly scrolling through her phone, cursing the god's every time the internet went out; causing her Instagram feed to refresh. About an hour or so later, Lisa got bored, put down her phone picked up her book, and continued reading where she had left off in the storybook oh so long ago. Just as she seemed to be drifting off into the fantasy world of fictional characters and insane missions, she heard the back door open with that familiar "click" of the lock. Slowly, lifting her gaze up and away from the book, she furrowed her brow as her mind processed what she had heard, with a release of breath she hadn't realized she was holding, she called out for her mother but stopped mid-way through as she remembered her mother said to stay quiet and as she listened to the footsteps a sudden and terrifying realization hit her; that wasn't her mother walking and she had just made a noise.
By Jacaria Woods3 years ago in Horror
Priest Reese: Vampire Hunter
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. My German Shepherd Helsing was absently gnawing on something in the passenger seat but I was too busy keeping the truck from sliding off the road to give it much attention. We went left at the fork in the road knowing full well that the cabin was to the right and drove a little ways down so we'd be out of sight. It wasn't until I had stopped at a pass overlooking the cabin that I noticed what Helsing had between his teeth and paws. It was one of my wooden stakes which he loved to whittle down to a nub. He let a low, whimpering growl as I took it away from him.
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Horror
Journal of a Mad Writer
Travis pulled up in front of the old cabin, ready to prepare everything for the coming weekend. It would be nice to have the rental property again. It had been closed for the last eight months as the police combed over every square foot for evidence. Travis grimaced as he thought of it, cursing his luck at being out all that cash. He'd had a funny feeling about that writer type, but he'd needed the money. It had been a slow season, and he needed to make it up before the snows came. Who could have known that the snow would come so early that year?
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Massive Damage: Chapter 3
ALL OF CHARLIE’S GUYS GRAB WEAPONS AND PUT BODY ARMOR ON AND GETTING THE WOMEN READY FOR COMBAT PACKS UP THE TRUCK AND DRIVES AWAY. LEAVING CHARLIE ALONE AT THE OFFICE AND CHARLIE TAKES OFF HIS BLOODY CLOTHES AND CHANGES INTO A COMBAT GEAR AND FULL BODY ARMOR STEEL PLATED GLOVES AND GRABS A BOX OF SHOTGUN EXPLOSIVE SHELLS MADE BY DAWSON AND GETS A RAMBO SIZE KNIFE THAT WAS SOAKING IN HOLY WATER AND GETS A DESERT EAGLE AND STANDING THE MIRROR AND GRABS THE AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN AND GOES IN HIS CAR GARAGE AND RIDES OUT ON A MOTORCYCLE TO VAMPIRE’S CLUB.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
