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.

Dream Eater from the Darkness. AI-Generated.
The story begins with a calm and cool morning atmosphere in a remote village. and the leaves on the trees are seen swaying Blown by the wind the sound of birds calling to each other. From a distance, the sound of a car driving and stopping in front of a house that looks like it has not been occupied for a long time but still looks very well maintained and clean.
By junjun9 months ago in Horror
The Laughter in The Mangrove
Long before skyscrapers pierced the sky of Jakarta, before the malls and toll roads, the northern coastline was home to a dark, untamed mangrove forest. The locals called it Bakau Hitam, the Black Mangrove. Fishermen avoided it, and even the bravest never stayed past sundown. They whispered of something ancient—Nyai Rara Kunti, the forgotten sea mother of the Java Sea, who was banished inland after a betrayal by the gods of the southern ocean.
By Maulana Dimasiqi Akhnakhauri Akeyla Syah9 months ago in Horror
The Real Story Of Cine Tearo Monumented
The Chinese Teatro Monumental, which was situated in the Prassa Duque de Saldanha in Lisbon, was created by Raul Rodriguez Lima, an architect who lived from 1909 to 1980. The structure, which was constructed in a modernist style, had both a theater and a cinema. Raul Rodriguez Lima was responsible for the design of the building.
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Horror
The Real Story Of Valongo Sanatorium(Sanitório de Valongo)
The Valongo Sanatorium, also known as the Montalto Sanatorium or Monte Alto Sanatorium, was a TB treatment facility in the old parish of Sao Pedro de Cova Gondomar, Portugal. Despite its location, it is more often known as the Valongo Sanatorium.
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Horror
Call of the Shadow!!
outside the bustling city of Dhaka lies an old village called Baulbari—a place shrouded in silence, mystery, and whispers of the dead. Locals still speak in hushed tones about the haunting tale that unfolded there decades ago.
By bd writer9 months ago in Horror
The Mirror in Room 213
The Mirror in Room 213 The Ashgrove Inn stood abandoned on the edge of a forgotten highway, its windows boarded, its paint flaking like old scabs. Locals whispered about the place but never lingered. Only one room ever bore a name whispered louder than the rest — Room 213.
By Rony Sutradar9 months ago in Horror
The Love ❤
It was a late summer evening when Claire first met Eli, though neither of them knew it would be the start of something that would change their lives forever. Claire was sitting at the corner table in her favorite coffee shop, a spot she had claimed as her own for the past two years. The air was thick with the hum of conversation, the gentle clinking of cups, and the faint scent of freshly ground coffee beans. She was lost in a book, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her mug, when the door chimed, signaling someone’s arrival. Eli stepped inside, his gaze scanning the room as he shook the rain from his jacket. He hesitated at the counter, unsure of what to order. His presence, though unremarkable in a crowd, had a certain quiet intensity that caught Claire’s attention. She glanced up over the edge of her book and noticed his hesitation, the way he lingered, as though trying to fit himself into the rhythm of the room. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she felt a pull to him, like a thread tugging at her heart. Maybe it was the way he wore his uncertainty so naturally, or how the world around him seemed to quieten whenever he entered a space. After a moment of contemplation, Claire stood and walked to the counter, her coffee in hand. “You look like you’re about to solve a great mystery,” she said with a smile, trying to make light of the situation. Eli blinked, momentarily startled, then chuckled. “I guess I am,” he replied. “I’m trying to figure out whether the latte or the cappuccino will make me feel more human.” Claire grinned. “You’re in the right place for questions like that. The cappuccino is more serious, but the latte is easier to love.” A moment of quiet passed between them, the soft hum of the shop wrapping around their conversation. Eli seemed to relax, his shoulders loosening, and his eyes brightened. “I’ll take the latte then,” he said. “I think I need something easy to love today.” As she paid for his drink and handed it over, something shifted between them. It wasn’t grand or dramatic, but there was a spark—subtle, unspoken, yet undeniably there. Claire didn’t quite know what it was, but she felt it. The next few weeks were a blur of coffee shop encounters—each time Eli seemed to appear just when Claire needed a break from the ordinary. Their conversations began to drift from casual exchanges about coffee to deeper musings about life, art, and the way time seemed to pass without us noticing. They shared stories about their childhoods, their favorite books, and the dreams they were too afraid to speak aloud. Each conversation left them both feeling a little more understood, a little more seen. One afternoon, as autumn’s chill began to bite at the air, Eli appeared at the coffee shop with something different in his eyes—something more certain. He slid into the chair across from Claire, his fingers curling around his cup as he smiled gently. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “We’ve talked about everything under the sun, and I keep wondering… When was the moment I knew?” Claire raised an eyebrow. “Knew what?” “That you were someone I’d want to keep in my life,” he said softly. “That this, whatever this is, was real.” Claire’s heart skipped a beat, the words settling into her chest with a warmth she hadn’t expected. She placed her cup down, looking at him with a mix of surprise and understanding. “I think,” she began slowly, “it’s the quiet moments that tell you what words can’t.” Eli nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. The air around them felt thicker now, like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold. And in that moment, everything did. Without a grand gesture, without any dramatic proclamations, they both understood what had quietly been blooming between them. Love wasn’t always loud; sometimes, it was the gentle rhythm of two hearts finding their way to one another, piece by piece, day by day. As the evening wore on and the coffee shop emptied, Claire and Eli remained at their table, talking, laughing, and sharing the kind of silence that felt like home. In a world filled with noise, they had found something simple and real. A quiet love that, over time, would grow stronger, deeper, and more certain—just like the quiet rhythm of their hearts. Click here for more.
By Mr. nuR9 months ago in Horror
THE HOLLOW GIRL OF BLACKVALE ORPHANAGE
Season 1.. CHAPTER 1: THE SILENCE THAT GREETS YOU Eli, arrives at Blackvale Orphanage for a summer caretaker job.
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
Terrifying Holiday Trip—Terrifying photos (Day Five)
Previous chapter,The woman in white dress who appeared on the first day of moving into the apartment finally appeared in Pigeon Nest Park. I chased after her only to discover an incredible truth: she was me! In my horror, I accidentally fell into the sea. What will become of me? Find out in this chapter, "Terrifying Holiday Trip—Terrifying photos (Day Five)."
By Aiden Wang9 months ago in Horror
Ghosts of the Secret City: The Haunted Caves of Viengxay, Laos
The Secret City of Viengxay: A Ghostly Legacy of War and Survival Deep in the mountains of northeastern Laos, shrouded in mist, is the Secret City of Viengxay, a ghostly testament to one of the 20th century's greatest atrocities. During the Vietnam War, this limestone cave city was a refuge for Lao civilians and thousands of communist Pathet Lao soldiers from daily U.S. bombing raids and thus it came to be "City of Victory." Now its history as a site of survival is combined with spooky tales of residual hauntings, so it is one of Laos' most historic and haunted locations.
By Kyrol Mojikal9 months ago in Horror
Don't Answer the Third Knock
The rules were simple: One knock, ignore it. Two knocks, ignore it. Three knocks—whatever you do, don't answer. I laughed it off. Urban legend nonsense.
By Lucian9 months ago in Horror
"The Haunted House of Silence: A True Tale or Terrifying Myth?"
Throughout human history, the unknown has always stirred our deepest fears and curiosities. Ghosts, spirits, and the afterlife—these concepts both terrify and intrigue us. Today, I’ll take you into the story of a house shrouded in whispers and mystery, known by locals as “the haunted house.” But the question remains: is it just folklore, or does something truly supernatural dwell within its walls?
By bd writer9 months ago in Horror