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.

A Decadent Meal
A Decadent First Meal (every Harvest requires one) Phoebe worried the thin band on her pinky finger. Time was running out. She’d been on the hunt for days and had yet to turn up any prospects.
By India Bell-Felder4 years ago in Horror
The Salem Sacrifice
It’s been almost 10 years… The 31st is inching its way closer, we must prepare. Shhh. Hush now child. The water is ready for her. It’s time. Yes… it’s time. It’s ready. It’s time for it to emerge, and finally... this way it shall come.
By Rae Lim4 years ago in Horror
Auction
Peter had been a custodian for nearly 25 years. It wasn’t that he particularly liked the work, but it was steady and reliable. He already had so much time building up that resume, and working with people was exhausting. He liked coming to work and listening to his music while he cleaned up. Peter had worked for the storage company for about six years. He was the oldest member of the team, technically. The turnover rate was something he didn’t envy.
By Jean Bruce4 years ago in Horror
Blood Moon River
I knew. I knew before I had the words to speak, before I had thoughts to understand. Even though she were mine, I knew I was not hers.
By Kgshak 4 years ago in Horror
The Tarn
Dawn tickled Ebony’s eyelids. Swinging her feet off the bed she pushed her waves of red hair behind her ears and stared out of the window at the cobbled street just as the milkman's horse and cart rolled past. She almost felt sorry for the tourists who only got to enjoy Arbonshire's fresh untainted produce on their brief holidays here... almost. Ebony opened her wardrobe and cast her eyes left to right looking scornfully at the section holding the clothes of the strangers. Tight jeans, crop tops and other attire that was not befitting a lady of Arbonshire, but gently reminded herself that it was necessary to the herding process. She slipped out of her nighty and into a white frilly dress that was buttoned up to her neck and fastened her bonnet. She looked approvingly at herself in the mirror scanning the outfit with her emerald green eyes before shooting a glance up to the family portrait on her wall. She looked into her mothers steely blue eyes and knew that she would have been proud of her contribution to the tarn if she were still here. “Are you ready for your birthday breakfast?” Her father's voice echoed through the old cottage.
By Luke Stanley4 years ago in Horror
Did Someone Crawl Out of Their Grave?
I didn't expect to actually see anything that would creep me out when I decided to visit the old Imperial Historic Cemetery for Dia de Los Muertos, but I did.
By Keggercast4 years ago in Horror
The Quarryman
1 Ethan’s heart skipped a beat as a harrowing scream ripped out across the quarry, echoing eerily around its slab sides.
By John Kemp4 years ago in Horror
The Far Side of the River
“Run!” The word shredded up through the trees, managing to rise out of the snarling, the ripping, and the scrabbling. Emily pounded her way through the brush, trying to take the word on its own. Frantically blotting out all the words that surrounded it. Willing herself to hear a plea to save herself – miles away from what Nathan was actually screaming.
By Dan Hodge4 years ago in Horror
Carmilla's Feast
Sabrina was escorted by limo down a beautiful scenic road towards what assured her to be the most beautiful wedding she had ever attended. An acquaintance from high school was getting married, and despite reconnecting online with this friend over three years ago, she had not seen Truly since graduation. Sabrina cringed at the thought of it. Being the top of her class, socially speaking, she had the “privilege” of hosting senior prank ten years ago. She hated the thought of it but knowing she was about to see Truly made it impossible to forget. Running late to the ceremony, Truly became the pranked rather than the prankster. Sabrina was filled with remorse and was so happy to have an outlet after all these years to finally say what she learned a long time ago. She was wrong, entitled, snobby and borderline idiotic with what she believed she could get away with in high school. This apology prompted a terrific online friendship. Truly was intelligent, artistic, and even though she didn’t come from much, she was incredibly kind. Shuddering at the thought of it, Sabrina attempted to brush it off as she gazed outside the tinted limousine windows in awe of the array of diversity between the trees that made up the canopy over the road.
By Bethany Lazuli4 years ago in Horror
A Reflection in the Water
John Colter was described by his friends and neighbours as an intelligent and engaging young man. He was well respected in his small town for the good work he did supplying medicines at his small pharmaceutical store located in a quaint townhouse in the village square. Many people praised him for his polite demeanour and breadth of knowledge in many subjects including, chemistry, maths, art and literature
By Altintrovert4 years ago in Horror
The Missing House
Life is supposed to be simple. You’re born, you work, you marry, then you die. Sometimes in life, however, things go a little sideways. Suddenly, your once peaceful memories, all your hopes, and dreams, become nothing more than who you were before it happened.
By Elijah Black4 years ago in Horror
The Lock Keeper
**Trigger warning for discussion of sexual violence** Who knows what the Lock Keeper looks like? It’s only now, as your limbs seize like a farm gate in need of oiling, that you notice his cottage. The lock is a grave cut into the hillside, and the cottage a queer building overlooking it.
By Klara Piechocki-Brown4 years ago in Horror