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 Cursed Souls of Bang Pu Shoe Factory: Thailand’s Most Haunted Industrial Ruin
The Spooky Legacy of Bang Pu Shoe Factory: A Terrible and Disaster Story It is in the center of Samut Prakan's Bang Pu Industrial Park where the ruined, deserted Bang Pu Shoe Factory is now Thailand's best-loved ghost site. It holds a sad past that is made up of an appalling blend of factory tragedy, pitiful sadness, and paranormal legends, born out of Thai popular beliefs about vengeful spirits.
By Kyrol Mojikal9 months ago in Horror
THE HUNGER OF SAINT MARGUERITE'S HOSPICE
Season 1 PROLOGUE: THE FIRST INCISION Sister Evangeline's Private Journals - Locked Ward, 1893 The hospice's east wing had been silent for seventeen years when the screaming began again. Not the usual cries of the dying - this was the wet sound of meat being parted from bone with deliberate precision.
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
The Villisca Axe Murders: America’s Most Chilling Unsolved Crime
Introduction Inside Villisca, Iowa's tiny town, an open 1912 massacre has plagued ghost hunters and true crime enthusiasts for all eternity. The infamous Villisca Axe Murders, which ranks among the country's most heinous crimes, claimed eight victims, their killer never caught. Today, the location of this massacre still stands, earning its gruesome title: The Axe Murder House.
By Tahsin Kabir9 months ago in Horror
The Hollow Rider
I. Whispers in the Pines I. Whispers in the Pines The village of Black Hollow sat in the cradle of a dying forest. The trees stood crooked like bent old men, their branches clutching at the fog that never seemed to lift. Only one road led in or out, a narrow dirt path called Gallows Way. The name was no accident
By Tushar Bhattacharya9 months ago in Horror
The Final Room
As Emily made her way up the winding road to Black Hollow Inn, the rain poured down like a curse on the windshield. The last gas station she passed looked like it belonged in a museum of forgotten places, and the GPS had stopped working twenty minutes ago. She was cold, tired, and a little anxious. However, the prospect of spending a peaceful weekend in the mountains was too appealing to resist. On the travel blog she followed, Black Hollow Inn was described as a "hidden gem." The post said it was "cozy, historic, and full of charm." But the inn looked more like a haunted dollhouse than a mountain retreat as she drove up the gravel driveway. The wooden siding had its paint peel off, and the windows were looking at her like dark eyes.
By Dr Sazidul 9 months ago in Horror










