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 Ghost of Juniper Lane
In the sleepy town of Ashwood, where the streets wound like ribbons through rows of old Victorian houses, there was a legend whispered among the locals: the ghost cat of Juniper Lane. No one knew exactly when the story began, only that it lingered like a faint mist, curling around the edges of memory. Some said it was a tabby with eyes like lanterns; others swore it was a sleek black shadow that flickered in the moonlight. But for Ellie Harper, it was just a tale—until the night she moved into the creaky house at the end of the lane.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror
The House That Whispers at Night
Ethan and Claire never believed in ghosts. When they found the old Victorian house at the edge of town, it was love at first sight. The grand staircase, the stained-glass windows, the wraparound porch—everything about it whispered of history and charm. It was perfect. Too perfect.
By Gift Abotsi 10 months ago in Horror
The Real Story Of Dracula
Between the years 1448 and 1476/77, Vlad III, well known as Vlad the Impaler, held the position of Prince of Wallachia three times. He passed away in 1476/77. The Romanian people hold him in high esteem as a national hero and consider him to be one of the most influential monarchs in the history of Wallachia.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror
Echoes of the Damned: The Haunted History of Montpelier Hill and Ireland’s Hellfire Club
The Haunted History of Montpelier Hill: Ireland's Hellfire Club Situated in the Dublin Mountains, Montpelier Hill (Irish: Cnoc Montpelier) is a place that is steeped in ancient mysticism, high-society scandal, and spine-chilling paranormal history. Known to live on in legend as the Hellfire Club, its 18th-century hunting lodge is today a rickety ruin that is forever linked with Ireland's most infamous ghost stories. Here's the tale behind its dark history and the creepy activity that lingers.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror
Horror on the Desert Road
It was the night of September 19, 2023. He had just gotten married and had gone to his home country after the wedding. When he was returning from his country, he acquired a new 2023 model Toyota Raize from the showroom on a five-year installment plan. His work was going well, by the grace of Allah, Alhamdulillah. Then, what happened was his in-laws came to Mecca with their whole family to perform Umrah. It was, of course, prearranged that he would come. He lives in Dammam, which is quite far. But those who are in Saudi Arabia know how far the cities of Dammam and Riyadh are from Mecca. From Al-Ahsa, Mecca is about 1300 km away. No matter how good the roads are there, it's not easy to just drive over such a long distance. It takes a long time to drive. And Ataur Rahman's father-in-law had been in Saudi Arabia for 25 years. He was a driver for a company, so he knew all about the roads in Saudi Arabia and the techniques of driving there. So, his father-in-law said, "Son, when you come, come by bus. There's no need to come in a private car." He must have thought it through, considering he was coming from Dammam, and he had a lot of experience with the roads there. Ataur Rahman was new; he had no experience. The person who drove in Saudi Arabia for 25 years and gained experience driving to various remote cities of Saudi Arabia, he would naturally understand better than him what kind of problems there are on which roads. Based on that experience, he said, "Son, you should come to Mecca by bus."
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
Agrasen Ki Baoli: Echoes of the Past, Haunts of the Present
Located in the heart of New Delhi is Agrasen Ki Baoli, a 14th-century stepwell that is half a marvel of history and half an enigma. Weary stone stairs, ancient corridors, and foreboding silences have made it a historian's paradise, an adventure-seeker's paradise, and a muse for Bollywood directors. But behind the facade of architectural beauty lies a cloak of legends—half truth, half myth—which make it India's most haunted places.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror
The Vanishing Fish Mystery
The incident didn't happen too long ago, it's very recent. The brother who sent us the story wishes to remain anonymous, so I won't mention his name. He's currently in the Xinjiang province. What they usually do is, after coming back from the office, they go fishing in the Grand Canal, which is huge and has many different sections. Near his house, at that part of the canal, he goes fishing. His apartment is a two-room flat, and he lives alone. Sometimes his university juniors come to his place to chat. He really enjoys it when Bangladeshi brothers are in a foreign land and visit his apartment. Living alone, after a while, a person starts to feel lonely, and that can turn into frustration. Because of this, he always tries to keep in touch with brothers from his university, whether they are his classmates or juniors. His office ends at six, and he gets home around six-thirty. After resting for a bit, he goes out for a chat. Most of the time, they fish in different parts of the Grand Canal using fishing rods with reels. The government releases a lot of fish there, and many people fish there. On weekends or public holidays, many people try to fish there. They often try to catch fish, cast their lines, and chat. So, I'm going to tell you about one such incident. They went fishing; there were two of them that day. Usually, there are three of them together, but that day, for some reason, the third person didn't come. So, when the two of them went fishing, they found that they had been trying for three consecutive days but couldn't catch a single fish. On the fourth day, when they went fishing, unlike the other days when there were three of them, there were only two of them. They tried fishing for a long time, trying as they did on other days, but it wasn't working.
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
The Curse of Ravenwood Asylum
**The Curse of Ravenwood Asylum** Deep within the heart of the forest stood Ravenwood Asylum, an abandoned institution that had been shut down decades ago under mysterious circumstances. Once a place meant for healing, it had become a house of horrors where patients suffered unimaginable fates at the hands of a corrupt and sadistic doctor, Dr. Victor Harrow. Whispers of tortured souls trapped within its decaying walls spread through the nearby town, yet no one dared to venture inside.
By ziad alsed10 months ago in Horror
Ballygally Castle: Where Ghosts of the Past Haunt Northern Ireland’s Rugged Coast
Ballygally Castle: A Ghostly Beautiful Gem of County Antrim Overlooking County Antrim's dramatic coastline, Ballygally Castle is a ghostly beautiful reminder of the depth of Northern Ireland's heritage. Charming and inviting as a hotel in the 17th-century castle invites visitors to enter and experience the weight of its history—and maybe even catch a glimpse of its ghostly inhabitants. One of the region's most haunted sites, the stone walls of Ballygally whisper tales of sorrow, rebellion, and evil spirits.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror
The Shadow in the Crayon Box: When Childhood Imaginations Bleed into Reality.
Lily’s crayons smelled like burnt sugar. She didn’t notice it at first, not when Mrs. Harlow handed her the dusty box on the first day of third grade. “A gift from the lost-and-found,” the teacher had said, patting Lily’s shoulder. “No one claimed them all summer.” The crayons were stubby, their wrappers peeling, but Lily didn’t care. She loved how the colors glided across paper, how the waxy scent clung to her fingers.
By Sanchita Chatterjee10 months ago in Horror
The Jinn That Followed Me for Years
The incident I'm about to share with you was sent to us by someone named Soha Islam. Her home is in Alamdanga Upazila in Chuadanga District. She has sent us stories before. So, the incident I'm about to share is something that happened to her personally. The story began in 2015. From a young age, she had a strong desire to see ghosts and spirits. She would try to hear from different people how to see them, try to learn, and sometimes she would try to apply those things, but without any success. Once, she learned that you have to write a name on a piece of paper and leave it on the roof of the house at night with a perfume (attar). If you go in the morning and see that the perfume is gone, you'll know it worked. Some jinni will come to meet you, some jinni has taken it. So, she did this once at night. She couldn't sleep all night thinking about when it would be morning and she could go and see if the perfume had been taken. She was worried about what might happen at night, what might come. So, she didn't sleep well all night, although her mother had heard some noise on the roof at night. However, she didn't think at the time that it could be some noise related to jinn. In the morning, before anyone else got up, she went up to the roof to see what the condition of the perfume and the paper was. She went and saw that the perfume was lying a little away from where it had been placed. But the understanding was that the perfume would be taken away. It might have been blown from one place to another by the wind at night. She thought that it didn't work this time either. Disappointed, she went back inside and called the friend who had told her this method, saying, "Hey, nothing happened. It didn't work at all. The perfume is still there, but not where I put it, in another place." Actually, it wasn't supposed to work anyway, that's what seemed natural.
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
Phantoms of the Fortress: The Castle of Good Hope’s Dark Past and Ghostly Legends
The Castle of Good Hope: A History-laden Fortress with Ghosts Located at the heart of Cape Town, the Castle of Good Hope is South Africa's oldest surviving colonial structure, a product of the nation's turbulent history—and a haven for ghost sightings. Built by the Dutch East India Company (VOC) from 1666 to 1679, the pentagonal fortress was built for the defense of trade routes to the East Indies, as a resupply post for ships, a military post, and seat of colonial government. Its bastions, named for the titles of the Dutch Prince of Orange, formerly echoed with soldiers' orders and grumblings of enslaved workers, whose labor underpinned the growth of the colony.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror