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.

The Sound Beneath the Tiles
I don't know exactly when it started. Maybe a month ago. Maybe earlier, but I just didn't pay attention. In old buildings, something is always creaking, cracking, echoing. When you're alone, you learn to ignore those sounds. Or at least, you pretend to know what causes them.
By Nocturna Echo 9 months ago in Horror
A wonderful ghost story
My bottom hurts. Don't look at me please! You mean your bottom? My bottom means my bottom. Look at me, it hurts so much, I can't stand it.
By Ratul Shrikh9 months ago in Horror
The Room That Wasn’t There Yesterday
The Room That Wasn’t There Yesterday We moved into the old house on Meadowridge Lane in early spring. It was a fixer-upper, sure, but the bones were good—Victorian, tall windows, creaky charm. The listing said four bedrooms. That’s what the tour showed. That’s what the paperwork said. Four.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
THE SILENT GOSPEL OF DROWNED SAINTS: SEASON 2
THE RISING TOWNS The Floating Congregation The lake didn't stop at Blackwater. It never does. Three neighboring towns report identical phenomena:
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
I Discovered a Hidden Room in My New House… What Was Inside Still Haunts Me
The Story When my wife, Sarah, and I bought the old Victorian house on Willow Lane, we thought it was the perfect fixer-upper. The realtor had called it a "hidden gem," and at first glance, it was—high ceilings, original woodwork, and a sprawling backyard. But beneath its charming exterior, the house held a secret.
By MALIK Saad9 months ago in Horror
The Room That Watches
Eva didn’t believe in haunted houses—only haunted minds. That’s what she told herself as she stepped into the remote Victorian rental, dragging two overstuffed suitcases and a half-finished manuscript behind her. The house stood alone on a hilltop, surrounded by fog-drenched trees that swayed without wind, their gnarled branches brushing the windows like bony fingers. It was the perfect place to finish her psychological thriller. Isolated, quiet, inspiring. Or so she believed.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
The Echoes Of Control
Echoes of Control The Voice Inside Was Never Yours Most people think control comes from power, from force. They’re wrong.
By Nomi9 months ago in Horror
Sound Of Manipulation
Sound of Manipulation: The Puppetmaster's Game No one ever remembered who built the old Godwin Theater. It had no founding plaque, no registry entry, no city record. It simply stood—silent, looming, and dead in the middle of the decaying part of town. But every year, one person vanished near it. The police called it coincidence. The locals called it cursed.
By Nomi9 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Wallpaper
Whispers in the Wallpaper Emma had never liked silence. It made her feel like the world had stopped listening. But after the chaos of the city, her therapist recommended isolation—a “reset.”
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
No Words. No Help. No Escape. Just Pure Alien Horror
“No One Will Save You” doesn’t whisper. It screams—in total silence. There’s a moment, early on in No One Will Save You, when you realize something is very, very wrong. Not just in the story. Not just in the setting. But in you. You’re sitting there, watching, and your breath has slowed. You haven’t blinked. And you realize—no one has said a single word. Not once.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Horror
The Knocking
The Knocking It started with a knock. Not the kind that comes with a visitor or a delivery—no, this one was different. It was soft. Deliberate. Like fingers tapping gently on wood with the weight of knowing it would be heard.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
Under the Bed
Under the Bed It started with a whisper. I was 10 when I first heard it. A soft, raspy voice drifting from beneath my bed as I was drifting off to sleep. My room was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes your ears buzz. Then it came—low, deliberate, unmistakably human.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror