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.
Night At Bhangarh Fort
I and my friend Vikram heard many stories of Bhangarh and according to people Bhangarh is the scariest place in India. It is said that it is legally forbidden to go inside after sunset there, in that fort Princess Ratnavali lived, whose beauty was discussed far and wide. Near the fort lived a tantrik named Barber who was mesmerized by the beauty of the princess and wanted to acquire the princess at any cost. Once the princess with her friends went out to the market to buy perfume. That tantrik saw and with the help of black magic mixed something in the perfume, which seemed that the princess was under his control. A city dweller came to know about this and went and told all this to the princess. Hearing this, the princess threw the bottle of perfume outside the palace and due to the black magic that hit the rock, the rock was attracted towards that place and crushed the tantrik. Taking his last breath, he completed A curse was given to Bhangarh, Bhangarh will never be happy now and whoever lives here will be killed, he was captured by the Mughal warriors in Bhangarh after a few days. 10 thousand people were killed in that fight, in which many women and small children were also killed by entering her room.
By Devendra Lodhi4 years ago in Horror
I Can Scare You
I'm a big fan of old browser games. I used to play a lot of them when I was a kid, and while most of them were buggy or repetitive, they were still a great way to kill some time while you were at school or stuck at home. I have many fond memories of sitting at the computer with my friends and laughing and showing each other the games we found on random websites.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
When the Beast takes hold.
My state of mind is somewhat compromised; unstable. Never before have I felt this free, my inhibitions are down. There is nothing stopping me from ripping someone’s throat out and feasting on their flesh. There is no self-control. My cage no longer restrains me. Freedom... it’s a strange word; yes, I feel free, but I do not have freedom. My thoughts are not as they once were. Being kind, honest, thoughtful, loving. Emotions and feelings that are. . . Well, human. I am human of course. . . I think.
By Michael. J. Davies4 years ago in Horror
8 Horror TikTokers With Scary Good Content
You'd be forgiven for thinking an app built on teenagers singing and dancing in their bedrooms could also be a serious must-have streaming service for hardcore horror fans. The TikTok app, which has generated millions of fans across the globe, has attracted many creative filmmaking individuals who have managed to find a new way to share their personal nightmares with an ever growing fan-base. Gleefully dubbed "horror-tok" by users in the know, there's a variety of terrors from POV scares and short films to 2 sentence horror stories told in under 30 seconds. Quite frankly theres something for everyone, so let's dive right into this list and you can check out some of the finest horror content I've discovered that's bound to give you the creeps.
By Matt Loftus4 years ago in Horror
WENDIGO : THE HUMAN-EATER
Hi, I'll be uploading a cocktail of blogs in the near future on this platform, and i wanted to start with a crazy tyrant on the deep wood of the North American region, the cursed Man-Eater know as the WENDIGO.Here ill be writing this blog in a series and hence i hope you enjoy it.There are many claims by people who have encountered with a Wendigo and few claim to have killed the Wendigo too. But there are not a single evidence of people captured a glimpse of WENDIGO on camera and that also makes us some what skeptical about over thinking on this fact, but keeping that all aside there have been some aspects which could prove it correct.Let me first explain you about the physical appearance of the beast.It seem to between 8-12 feet in height, with a sleek and slim physique which hasn't eaten for years. The head resembles that of a dear with horns protruding out and the abdomen parts resembles that of a human. Its whole body is covered with hair and the front arms touch the ground with its razor sharp claws.
By Faisal Ahmed Shariff4 years ago in Horror
Pinky
S.Hileman Pinky Redraft, 7/16/2021 When I was a wee five year old Stace, I can see that my mother and father inadvertently made what I refer to as a grave error in parental judgement. With four kids in tow, they moved to May Street. May Street is located in the small mill town of Lawrence Massachusetts. It was a decent apartment, with four bedrooms. There was a small yard and we could walk to school. The problem lay in the location. They moved us across the street, (DIRECTLY across the street!) from Bellevue Cemetery. Bellevue is an extremely large and extremely old place of burial. It opened in 1847 and there are nearly 50,000 souls in it’s ground. 600 Veterans, some dating back to the Civil War. Obviously at five I did not have the benefit of knowing its history, at five I only knew dead people were across the street. As I later grew into an avid horror fan, ironically I was petrified with our new address. In 1978, when I lived there, it was painted a cheerful yellow, it had tin mailboxes hanging askew next to doorbells. There was a narrow alley that ran into a small but private back yard. My mum hung curtains and I unpacked my Sesame Street pillow case, and for a while, it was home.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo5 years ago in Horror
The Foul Smell of Whores (continuation)
The body of this devil slumped to the side of the pole she was tied to. Her knees were as cragged as the trees near her home, and her toes were not toes, but talons that came to a sharpened point. It was a common thing to smell burning flesh; the smell cascaded across the land and could be smelled for miles. Most of the children spoke of a hog roast, and out of innocence, they stuck their noses into the air to enjoy the aroma of what was mistaken for pork. The parents knew better but refused to ruin the illusion of innocence. At one point, they filled those tiny shoes and listened to the same orations of generations before them.
By Cory DeAn Cowley5 years ago in Horror
Misery Loves Company
The vagrant exploded out of the rickety barn doors and into the stormy night, rattling the hinges angrily, and sending a palpable shudder up through the walls. He fell face first into the mud outside, but did not stop running despite the storm that raged across the vast Iowa plains. He disappeared into the maze of corn fields and did not return. The barn doors from whence he had emerged flapped in the flashing wind and rain, closed and then opened, in cadence with the thunder’s rhythm; beckoning anyone bold enough to enter the gaping mouth of pitch blackness.
By Jenna Pinkston5 years ago in Horror
Thomas
The scent of rain filled the air as Thomas ran through the forest, confused and afraid without his mother by his side. As the young buck struggled to flee from the dangers behind him, Thomas crashed, tripping over his own limbs and falling to the ground. Disoriented screams filled the forest, crying for his mother.
By Anjolene Bozeman 5 years ago in Horror
