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.
Don't Go To Jeremiah Georgia Pt 2
The sounds of early morning surrounded them as Terry and his team got ready to set out. The access road had been half hidden by a fall of limbs and leaves, but it was camouflage. His contact had told him to put the covering back when they were done and so before rolling down the rough dirt road, he and Wayne had put it all back the way they found it. The trees were close to the van, and Terry rolled the window to pull his mirror in before asking Scully to do the same. She had taken the front seat, Wayne sitting in the back with the gear, and he was currently trying to keep it all from sliding around in the back of the bumpy van.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Strange Tales of Killian Barger: The Little Ghost
The streets thrummed around him as Killian walked past droves of laughing children. The street lights buzzed placidly, and the moon was a full and watchful eye overhead. Around him, superheroes and princesses, ninjas and pop stars, soldiers, and sports players ran willy-nilly. It was the barely controlled chaos that Killian had missed on the other side. He had invited Dom to come out too, but Dom was out at an event with his Granddaughter, and Killian wouldn't have taken that away from him for the world.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Camp Out Of Horror!
Chapter Three! He curled his lip sexy at Valley looking down at her as he took his big long hands up her legs and Pushes her against his Raging Desire where she kissed him as he swallowed hard with a sexy Husky Ugh...mm m damn baby he went sexy to Valley...as he bit his lip...?”
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis3 years ago in Horror
The Last Jack O Lanterns
George looked down at the smashed gourds and wondered who could have possibly done such a thing. His father had grown pumpkins in this field for generations, and nothing like this had ever happened. The Fontnoirs had five hundred acres, half of which were just for pumpkins. The East field had been set aside for pumpkin growth, and the jack-o-lanterns on the fence posts around the field had been smashed to bits. Laying in the road, they appeared to have been left as a warning. It wasn't many, maybe fifteen gourds in all, but Daddy looked worried.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Ghost Town
Where the hell am I? I blink as the town before me comes into view through the fog like a bad omen. From the tree line driving in, I can tell that it is average size but nothing spectacular; the apartment complexes in the center are among the biggest buildings there and they don’t look bigger than three stories or so. On the west side, I can see little settlements of suburban homes, roads leading through them, circling into cul de sacs like a 1950s suburbia. On the east side seems to be the residential area where the business happened: banks, restaurants, shops of all kinds. The tallest building is a cathedral of some kind in the middle with a big clock in the side, with the arrow hands showing the time of 12:15.
By Thomas Horan3 years ago in Horror











