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 forest
Entreating, entrancing, enchanting, the forest beckoned all who passed by. Signs new and old warned travelers to stay away but still, some ignored those warnings. The villagers could only stop and shake their heads as the latest foolhardy traveler passed by them, loud and condescending in their ignorance. Many thought the village was full of superstitious old fools and ignored the long list of missing people who had gone in and never came out. Even the villagers weren't sure what really happened to those who entered.
By jessica dorden5 years ago in Horror
The Two-Faced Demon
"Two-Face Demon"- Horror Story Inspired by the life of Edward Mordake (also known as Mordrake) "Kill them. Kill them all." It whispered to me as I tossed and turned through the night. No one understood the torment I endured from this demon placed upon my head. It snickered at my thoughts, the smile it gave was that of nightmares. Ohw how I have pleaded to god to end my suffering, how I've pleaded to doctors to remove this monstrosity from me. I am just a poor man no matter my riches, I shall always be poor by grief. I have written out great operas, drenched in the tears of my heart, yet never shall I play them to the world. I shall never give it what it wants, no matter the temptation. "Let me be seen, let me curse their young, let me beckon the gates to release seekers to clinch their souls, let me devour!", The wickedness, only in hell could I imagine such things said, yet it refuses to stop, I must stop it, even if it kills me. I knew from a young age I would never have the solitude of life that I seek, for even in my mothers eyes I could see the sadness she bestowed upon me. A child with two faces, one normal one, and one on the back of the head. Children have always screamed at the sight of it, at the sight of me. I once had hope, hope that doctors would somehow remove this demon, yet they have rejected me of any such hope, instead I've become known as a horrendous creature, lectured about in the papers. The demon shows me no pity when I cry, instead it smiles at my distraught and whispers foul words into my mind. I've tried to gag it, I've tried to suffocate it into my pillow, I've tried to drown the damn thing, yet it resists being called back to hell. I believe that there is only one way to be rid of this creature, though I fear it will continue it's whispers in the grave. I have shut myself away from the world, in hopes that they shall all forget of the man with two faces, and I will be forgotten into an urban tale told to scare children to bed. I know the hideous torments that could await me, but none shall ever trample the torment I have endured. I take no hesitation, and pour a glass of whiskey to ease myself. I thought my hands would at least tremble, yet my body feels no hesitation. The demon giggles, mocking me. "Nothing will stop me, I will whisper in the air and earth, I will feed on the blood and call out to my sisters and brothers!"I'm smiling, it does not realize I feel no fear at this moment. I inject the contents of the vile I had claimed from a man who took pity upon me. I have never felt so peaceful, even as it laughs. I can feel even the smells and aromas around me, never have I felt such sweetness. Never have I yearned so much for such a feeling, I must bid you farewell now though. I can see a flicker of green light, with yellows dancing around it, this is it. My sweet death embraces me with it's kiss.
By Erica Rose5 years ago in Horror
Order of the Heart VI
Darby O’Ryan was born in Belfast in the late 1990s. Her mother was Catholic and her father was Protestant, something that twenty years earlier was unheard of and still rare in that part of the world. Her family's attempts to immigrate to Canada finally succeeded in 2008, and they found themselves in the Fraser Valley. In Northern Ireland, Darby always had an interest in wildlife, farm animals, and critters of every kind. Some believed the patron saint of animals; St. Francis of Assisi blessed and gave Darby a special connection to all creatures.
By Bruce Curle `5 years ago in Horror
Night At Bhangarh Fort
I and my friend Vikram heard many stories of Bhangarh and according to people Bhangarh is the scariest place in India. It is said that it is legally forbidden to go inside after sunset there, in that fort Princess Ratnavali lived, whose beauty was discussed far and wide. Near the fort lived a tantrik named Barber who was mesmerized by the beauty of the princess and wanted to acquire the princess at any cost. Once the princess with her friends went out to the market to buy perfume. That tantrik saw and with the help of black magic mixed something in the perfume, which seemed that the princess was under his control. A city dweller came to know about this and went and told all this to the princess. Hearing this, the princess threw the bottle of perfume outside the palace and due to the black magic that hit the rock, the rock was attracted towards that place and crushed the tantrik. Taking his last breath, he completed A curse was given to Bhangarh, Bhangarh will never be happy now and whoever lives here will be killed, he was captured by the Mughal warriors in Bhangarh after a few days. 10 thousand people were killed in that fight, in which many women and small children were also killed by entering her room.
By Devendra Lodhi5 years ago in Horror
I Can Scare You
I'm a big fan of old browser games. I used to play a lot of them when I was a kid, and while most of them were buggy or repetitive, they were still a great way to kill some time while you were at school or stuck at home. I have many fond memories of sitting at the computer with my friends and laughing and showing each other the games we found on random websites.
By Joshua Campbell5 years ago in Horror
When the Beast takes hold.
My state of mind is somewhat compromised; unstable. Never before have I felt this free, my inhibitions are down. There is nothing stopping me from ripping someone’s throat out and feasting on their flesh. There is no self-control. My cage no longer restrains me. Freedom... it’s a strange word; yes, I feel free, but I do not have freedom. My thoughts are not as they once were. Being kind, honest, thoughtful, loving. Emotions and feelings that are. . . Well, human. I am human of course. . . I think.
By Michael. J. Davies5 years ago in Horror
8 Horror TikTokers With Scary Good Content
You'd be forgiven for thinking an app built on teenagers singing and dancing in their bedrooms could also be a serious must-have streaming service for hardcore horror fans. The TikTok app, which has generated millions of fans across the globe, has attracted many creative filmmaking individuals who have managed to find a new way to share their personal nightmares with an ever growing fan-base. Gleefully dubbed "horror-tok" by users in the know, there's a variety of terrors from POV scares and short films to 2 sentence horror stories told in under 30 seconds. Quite frankly theres something for everyone, so let's dive right into this list and you can check out some of the finest horror content I've discovered that's bound to give you the creeps.
By Matt Loftus5 years ago in Horror
WENDIGO : THE HUMAN-EATER
Hi, I'll be uploading a cocktail of blogs in the near future on this platform, and i wanted to start with a crazy tyrant on the deep wood of the North American region, the cursed Man-Eater know as the WENDIGO.Here ill be writing this blog in a series and hence i hope you enjoy it.There are many claims by people who have encountered with a Wendigo and few claim to have killed the Wendigo too. But there are not a single evidence of people captured a glimpse of WENDIGO on camera and that also makes us some what skeptical about over thinking on this fact, but keeping that all aside there have been some aspects which could prove it correct.Let me first explain you about the physical appearance of the beast.It seem to between 8-12 feet in height, with a sleek and slim physique which hasn't eaten for years. The head resembles that of a dear with horns protruding out and the abdomen parts resembles that of a human. Its whole body is covered with hair and the front arms touch the ground with its razor sharp claws.
By Faisal Ahmed Shariff5 years ago in Horror
Pinky
S.Hileman Pinky Redraft, 7/16/2021 When I was a wee five year old Stace, I can see that my mother and father inadvertently made what I refer to as a grave error in parental judgement. With four kids in tow, they moved to May Street. May Street is located in the small mill town of Lawrence Massachusetts. It was a decent apartment, with four bedrooms. There was a small yard and we could walk to school. The problem lay in the location. They moved us across the street, (DIRECTLY across the street!) from Bellevue Cemetery. Bellevue is an extremely large and extremely old place of burial. It opened in 1847 and there are nearly 50,000 souls in it’s ground. 600 Veterans, some dating back to the Civil War. Obviously at five I did not have the benefit of knowing its history, at five I only knew dead people were across the street. As I later grew into an avid horror fan, ironically I was petrified with our new address. In 1978, when I lived there, it was painted a cheerful yellow, it had tin mailboxes hanging askew next to doorbells. There was a narrow alley that ran into a small but private back yard. My mum hung curtains and I unpacked my Sesame Street pillow case, and for a while, it was home.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo5 years ago in Horror
