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.
Mouths Full of Rain: How I Accidentally Started a Frog Cult
I didn't mean to create a frog cult. It started with just one. His name was Cletus, named after a guy my dad used to buy pills from. Seemed fitting—sleazy and stubborn, like something that'd survive the apocalypse by digging itself into a crawlspace and scraping mold off copper pipes with its tongue.
By MD NAZIM UDDIN 9 months ago in Horror
When Summer Turns Terrifying: Meet the Experts Who Faced Real Horror
Summer — to most, it means sun, long days, and fun made by the water. But beneath the warmth and light lies a sinister undertow of real horror that only appears at the height of summer. So this summer, we decided to dig deeper and find out what real horror is like when the sun shines brightest and nights are still.
By MD NAZIM UDDIN 9 months ago in Horror
The Mountain That Ate the Sky horror
The Mountain That Ate the Sky By Dr. Nivara Bloom --- They call it Iskara. The mountain that ate the sky. You won't find it on any map, not anymore. Coordinates are scrambled, digital records erased, and satellite feeds always go dark when they sweep over that part of the world. The locals in Northern Siberia believe the mountain is alive—that it breathes, hungers, remembers.
By Dr nivara bloom9 months ago in Horror
The Last Night of the Manor House
Story Name: The Last Night of the Manor House Author's name: Sabina Islam. My name is Shamsher Sen... I am a history teacher by profession, but my hobby is a little different—I love chasing abandoned, unknown history and lost landlord families. The time of this incident was December 2022. Winter was at its peak, and I moved to a remote village in North Bengal—Chardurantapur. The history of this village is not in books, but the local people have oral stories—a terrible landlord family, whose bloody past is still spread in the air. As soon as I got off the train, the station covered in fog felt like a ghost kingdom. The name of the station was Daryapur Hat, from there you have to walk 8 kilometers to Chardurantapur village. As soon as I entered the village, I noticed one thing—everyone was leaving with their eyes downcast. As soon as I mentioned the 'Manor House', an old man shook his head silently and said: "Don't go there, Babu... Going there on a winter night means death. The last time a group of young researchers went there... All three of them died... I couldn't even understand how anyone died..." I laughed. As an urbanite, I don't believe these folk tales. But today I realized that I was wrong. Today I faced a truth that I never imagined..!
By Sabina Islam9 months ago in Horror
Someone keeps texting me “Hide and Seek?” I wish I hadn’t ignored it.
I received the first message three days ago. I was on my break at work, and I got a text notification. It was odd, it was from an unknown number. Normally I ignored those sorts of messages, spammers and the like usually showed up with those types of auto texts. But this one was different. It was so strange because no number showed up at all, just the message,
By sagar dhital9 months ago in Horror
As I Walk Through the Shadows
WELCOME! I am truly grateful for all of my readers. You help me to heal through this journey. THANK YOU ALL! The mob knocks—not just at the door, but inside the mind. As I Walk Through the Shadows fragments the line between memory and distortion, survival and control. This entry captures the coded language of initiation—“orphans,” “misfits,” “ROCA baby”—shaped by an unspoken system, tested by chaos. Glitches in the feed mirror fractures in thought. The pressure isn’t outside anymore; it’s crawling under the skin. As the protagonist confronts identity, authority, and the erasure of clarity, questions begin to echo: Who attacked? Who thinks? Who watches? Each line pulses like static from a corrupted screen, revealing flashes of pain, reflection, and resistance. This isn’t a cry for help—it’s a coded transmission. And only those who can read between the static will understand the weight behind the silence.
By Jasper Blackwood9 months ago in Horror
The Whispers of Black Hollow
Chapter 1: The Arrival Jared and Melissa were thrill-seekers. Urban exploration was their passion, and the tales of Graymoor House had always intrigued them. It was said that the Whitlock family, who lived there in 1887, vanished mysteriously one stormy night. No bodies were ever found, and those who dared enter could hear whispers lingering in the walls. One foggy evening, they parked their car near the rusted iron gates of the estate. The path leading to the mansion was choked with weeds and shadows. The sound of the gate grumbling as they opened it was drowned out by the thick mist. 'You sure about this?' Melissa asked, her eyes fixed on the towering silhouette of the mansion.
By Shahidul islam9 months ago in Horror
Thailand’s Most Haunted Island: The Chilling Secrets of Koh Kham Noi
The Haunted History and Paranormal Evidence of Koh Kham Noi (Ghost Island), Thailand Situated in the Gulf of Thailand, Koh Kham Noi or Ghost Island is one of the country's most infamous haunted places. Its spooky past comes from a dark history, tragic legends, and scores of eyewitness testimony of paranormal activity. Local people and travelers alike have had frightful encounters, making it a blacklisted destination among thrill-seekers and ghost hunters.
By Kyrol Mojikal9 months ago in Horror
