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.
Whisperglass: The Mirror's Call
Chapter 1: The Shadow in the Mirror The night was thick with silence. Crickets chirped faintly in the distance as the full moon bathed the narrow dirt road in a cold, silver light. At the end of the path stood an abandoned house, its roof sagging and its wooden walls leaning like an old man on his last breath.
By Muhammad danish Johan10 months ago in Horror
Ripped from the Womb. Content Warning.
Although it’s a myth, a legend, many believed it to be true. The whispers echoed through Siberian winters, dating back to 1934. There was a small village, Tomsk, nestled in the desolate cold. Despite its sparse population, the village had its own quiet rhythms. But one of those bitter winter nights would carve its name into the dark folklore of the land.
By Dr. Krevichalstein10 months ago in Horror
Demonic Shadows
Chapter One – The Beginning of Darkness The night was quiet in the small village surrounded by mountains. The echoes of daily life faded into the empty streets, leaving an eerie silence. While most of the villagers were deep in sleep, Kira tossed and turned in her bed, trying to push away the troubling thoughts of her mother, whom she had lost years ago.
By mohamed elsayed10 months ago in Horror
My Best Friend Went Missing 10 Years Ago—Then He Walked Into My House Like Nothing Happened
It all began with a mysterious disappearance. No trace. No note. Not even a body. Just mystery. Ten years later, he’s back— As if nothing happened. Same voice. Same face. Same gestures. But I can’t shake the constant thought: Something is off.
By Gift Abotsi 10 months ago in Horror
No One Lives on This Island. No One Ever Has. And No One Ever Should
Did you know this place exists? They say there’s a place on Earth more isolated than anywhere else. No people. No towns. No ships pass by. It’s called Bouvet Island, and if you looked for it on a map... you’d probably miss it. Because it doesn’t want to be found.
By Gift Abotsi 10 months ago in Horror
Whispers of the Palasik
In a quiet village nestled between the misty highlands of West Sumatra, there lived an old healer named Mak Rina. Known for her midwifery skills and potions made from forest herbs, she helped many women during childbirth. But some whispered that she never aged… and that babies born near her hut often fell mysteriously ill — or vanished.
By Maulana Dimasiqi Akhnakhauri Akeyla Syah10 months ago in Horror
The Curse of Hantu Kum-Kum
In the heart of Kalimantan’s thick rainforest, in a small Dayak village nestled by the banks of the Mahakam River, lived a midwife named Nek Tini. Known for her herbal knowledge and powerful mantras, she was both respected and feared. Rumors whispered that she once dabbled in black magic — using spells from the old days, when shamans would speak to spirits and sacrifice animals to keep peace between the worlds.
By Maulana Dimasiqi Akhnakhauri Akeyla Syah10 months ago in Horror
Gunkanjima: The Ghost Island of Japan’s Industrial Nightmare
Hashima Island: Haunting Legacy of Industry and Suffering Off the coast of Nagasaki, Japan, lies Hashima Island—locally known as Gunkanjima (Battleship Island) because of its warship profile—is a crumbling relic of Japan's industrial past and haunting reminder of human subjugation. Once the most populated place on earth, this erstwhile island town is now a ghostly labyrinth of crumbling concrete, veiled in tales of suffering and phantom desolation.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror
The last voicemail
I didn't realize the dead could leave voicemails. At least not until yesterday. At 3:17 a.m., my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but something about it felt odd. The ringtone sounded twisted, like if it came from underwater. I let it go to voicemail and attempted to go back asleep. I checked the message this morning. It was from my sister Maddie. A sister who died two years ago. Her voice was weak, but it was hers. "Ryan," she said quietly, "I don't have much time." It is freezing here. He monitors everything. Don't trust the lights. Then static. Then came quiet. I played it again. One hundred times. I checked the number. It's burned into my memory. I tried to call back. It did not exist. My hands couldn't quit shaking. Maddie died in a vehicle accident, which included a closed casket, a funeral, and grieving therapy. I witnessed the wreck personally. There is no going back from that. But this was her voice. I knew it like it was my own. I drove back to our hometown. The voicemail did not give me a choice. Maddie and I would sneak out to an old cabin in the woods behind our house, which we called "The Quiet." I hadn't been there since she died, but I found myself trudging down the path regardless, boots crunching in the frost and breath hanging in the air like ghosts.
By Mastura Islam10 months ago in Horror
