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.
I Have Sins
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Okay kids. I keep reading this statement over and over and I’m just not sure I like it. Pastor Morris sent this spooky little sentence to my cell last night and I spent half an hour copying it, word for word, onto my yellow legal pad. I’m supposed to tell you guys a really scary story using this sentence as my opening statement. Scary Stories around the fire have been a tradition on these outings since I can’t remember when. I think okay no problem but there are five cabins here, not one. Which one do I put the candle in? I kind of wonder if the soon to be retired pastor even remembers camping here 10 years ago? That was the year we lost Billie and Cyrus in the canoe tip over. Their bodies were never recovered. Big lake out there. I know Pastor Morris blames himself for that incident. He hasn’t been on any youth retreats since then. BTW all backpacks are in your assigned cabins so your all set. Thank me later. The food is in my cabin, the cabin with the candle in the window. Sorry. I decided to place the candle in my room because I’ll need the light while looking over instructions and planning for tomorrows activities. In other words I need the light more than you all do. Okay, I’m looking at my to- do list here. We’ve arrived. Check. Back packs are in Cabins. Check. Camp fire lit. Check. Read camp Instructions. Okay, one, don’t go anywhere without your camp buddy. Two, camp buddies have to be girl, girl and boy, boy. No boy-girl combos. That’s how Billie and Cyrus got in trouble. They wanted some alone time and thought the adults wouldn’t bother them out in the middle of the lake. We all know how that ended. We later learned that Billie may have been pregnant. Not sure about that but as youth pastor kids do talk to me. The silver lining there is that we managed to get the canoe back to shore. Billie’s father was happy to have his little boat back. Three, no foul language. I know you kids like to push the boundaries when it comes to expressing yourselves and that’s fine, I was young once too. Please express yourselves as though you were in church. However if something slips out we’re not going to judge. Let’s limit our foul language to the words, damn and hell. Those are in the Bible. I think any word that can be identified by a single letter in front of the word word is offensive. Talking about the f-word, c-word, a-word, b-word, the really bad stuff. Camp instructions. Check. Camp location. You are located in a beautiful wooded area, deep, deep in a forest known as Ridge Pike. Ridge Pike isn’t exactly the agreed upon location, that was Camp River Glenn about twenty miles due east. We passed Camp River Glen on the way up here. And also, ignore that little saying a lot of people repeat, ‘Go to Ridge Pike and end up on a spike.’ I’ve always liked Ridge Pike better, nobody can hear you scream out here. The road we drove in on is, Turner Road, named after little Jimmy Turner. Jimmy was the lad who walked into the woods one day but never walked out. Turner road serves as a gruesome reminder that the forest, while beautiful, can also swallow you up if your not careful. Always have your camp buddy close by. It’s a quick eight mile walk up Turner road to the nearest gas station. Which may or may not be open. And no phones, no cell towers, sorry. Two years ago, Trudy Tyler made it to the station screaming incoherently. She was bare foot, scared, cut up, and of course she asked to use the phone. Sorry Trudy Tyler. Rude awakening. No communication devices. And the restrooms are permanently out of order. Thank goodness I found her. Oh and FYI there is an institution for the criminally insane between here and the filling station. Very dangerous place. Every once in a while someone escapes. But you will all be fine if your camp buddy is with you.”
By David Parham4 years ago in Horror
The Lullaby
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The hare a few feet from the cabin stilled, as did every other animal within a fifty-foot radius. The sound of bugs buzzing, a birds wings fluttering, and even the wind through the trees seemed to be instantly paralyzed. In this quiet, a faint hum filled the air, a melody lost to time.
By Helen West4 years ago in Horror
Tick Tock
The cabin in the woods had been vacant for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The candle signaled to everyone who knew, that she was back: from the deepest recesses of a rotted jungle, the highest cold mountain, the longest winding river or the tea scented orient. She was back. If you were brave enough, you could go to her cabin and listen to her stories; stories that haunted you, stories that never left you, stories that sometimes came true. So, everyone said.
By Faith Guptill4 years ago in Horror
The Forest of Souls
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A flickering light cast out among the trees, bringing shadows to life. We know that the wood was unlit for a reason, the shadows unstirred by law.
By Christopher Luchies4 years ago in Horror
Aleister Lane
The boy and the girl, ignoring the fading daylight and their curfew, sat on the top of a broken fence taking it in turns to flick pebbles at the panes of glass still intact inside their window frames. The house where the glass resided bore a “condemned” notice on the large metal security slab blocking the front door, generously provided by the local council. Not that it prevented the adventurous, the drunk or the indifferent from gaining entry. There is more than one way to skin a cat after all, and the same applies to the act of breaking-and-entering.
By Liam Cairns4 years ago in Horror
In Silence She Screams, In Darkness She Shines
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. "The light from it's flame will guide their way through the darkness so they can find me here." She thought to herself as she looked around at the chaos that consumed this space where peace used to live. This cabin holds many secrets within it's bones and she is grateful that the walls can not talk. Not yet at least.
By Joyel Joyel Kowalski4 years ago in Horror
The Man Called Moscow Crane
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years but one night, a candle burned in the window. Just a few miles away, Morgan Bridge was just ending his last scheduled shift of the week from his sales position at the local men’s and women’s designer shoe store, Manny's Shoes. He had been working for the owner, Torrence Langhall for 20 years. That night, they had worked late to catch up on some of the week’s overdue projects. The two often went out for a drink on Friday nights, especially after a late shift at the store, but that night Torrence felt under the weather and had decided to go home to rest instead.
By Sasha Harms4 years ago in Horror
The Woman of the Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. From a distance a group of college students hiking their way through the Turkish woods as part of their European summer trip saw the flame. “Look at that” said Olivia “It’s colder than we thought here, our tent is busted, and bugs have bitten me in places I don’t want to explain let’s see if we can stay there tonight”. Ivan, Jared, and Silvia all nodded and began walking to the light.
By Maria Shaw4 years ago in Horror
The Writer
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “That has to be literally one of the worst lines I’ve ever written,” Tom Nicholson angrily stamped out his cigarette in an astray full of butts. The lingering smoke swirled about him as he pushed away from his desk and stalked over to the window.
By Heather M Tullo4 years ago in Horror
Baba yaga
It is one of the most famous urban legends in Russia. This story has been told in Russia for a long time. It is a story based upon an old witch. Baba means "old lady." The fear of Baba Yaga started after the 12th century only. Before that time period, Baba Yaga was portrayed as a person who did good to the people of their surroundings. Because during that period of time, old people were considered as leaders or wise people of the village. They were also known to be the saviors of their culture. They were also considered to have some magical powers.
By Narendran C4 years ago in Horror
