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 Foul Smell of Whores (continuation)
The body of this devil slumped to the side of the pole she was tied to. Her knees were as cragged as the trees near her home, and her toes were not toes, but talons that came to a sharpened point. It was a common thing to smell burning flesh; the smell cascaded across the land and could be smelled for miles. Most of the children spoke of a hog roast, and out of innocence, they stuck their noses into the air to enjoy the aroma of what was mistaken for pork. The parents knew better but refused to ruin the illusion of innocence. At one point, they filled those tiny shoes and listened to the same orations of generations before them.
By Cory DeAn Cowley5 years ago in Horror
Misery Loves Company
The vagrant exploded out of the rickety barn doors and into the stormy night, rattling the hinges angrily, and sending a palpable shudder up through the walls. He fell face first into the mud outside, but did not stop running despite the storm that raged across the vast Iowa plains. He disappeared into the maze of corn fields and did not return. The barn doors from whence he had emerged flapped in the flashing wind and rain, closed and then opened, in cadence with the thunder’s rhythm; beckoning anyone bold enough to enter the gaping mouth of pitch blackness.
By Jenna Pinkston5 years ago in Horror
Thomas
The scent of rain filled the air as Thomas ran through the forest, confused and afraid without his mother by his side. As the young buck struggled to flee from the dangers behind him, Thomas crashed, tripping over his own limbs and falling to the ground. Disoriented screams filled the forest, crying for his mother.
By Anjolene Bozeman 5 years ago in Horror
App-Arition: S1-E3- Catfished
Written below is the script read for the radio play: NARRATOR The dating pool can be kinda scary; especially when your dates are tied to shallow opinions, or when you're constantly hit by wave after wave of questionable profiles that hook you in, until you find out that you've been chasing waterfalls.
By Rand Einfeldt5 years ago in Horror
Spooky Childhood tales
A Story to be told There was an old story I was told at girls' camp when I was a teen. It was often said at the close of the night. There was this small log cabin in the woods and in it lived a man whose real name had been lost. In other variations, have him as a logger, and he chopped his legs off accidentally. which earned the same name. Anyway, he was a hermit or a cannibal. In the main one, he kidnapped a girl from a camp not too far from his place. He killed her but kept her feet as a souvenir. Which earned him the name of stumpy. He then did it to the rest of the girls camping with her. he was never caught, and his spirit is said to haunt to woods near cedar city, Utah.
By Emily Edwards5 years ago in Horror
Ancient Guardian Of The Sacred Blood
Turkey ridge is nestled on a long hill running through the midst of an eight mile wide bay known as The Great Labyrinth Swamp. There is a good reason why this swampy bay was referred to as a labyrinth. For some strange fact of being virtually all direction finders seem to cease in their function, many often giving opposite indications. Even the best of talented interlopers, from coon hunters and deer stalkers to surveyors, often wind up going around in circles all day and night, exiting in places far distant from indications given by their inner sense of direction; yet simultaneously eerily cheerful that they had managed to make it out back onto the hard surfaced road at long last.
By H.L. Dowless Dowless5 years ago in Horror
Tale of the Burnt
"Some time ago when I was not so young as you but not so old as myself now I found myself outside a strange city. Surrounded by walls of decaying steel. The sounds outside this city of towers were mythical. Some spoke of litanies that could bring truth to the land. As nonsensical as this was I was ever so fond of pointless fancies and endless pursuits so I went after this psalm. I was brought under the great gray and told I would have to wander all my days. If ever I were to truly find such a beautiful tune. So here I say that this would have been great dismay if not for some fair folk who thought it best to try and wrest control of the breeze from these silly and fanciful seas. Antilles is my name and I journey for change.
By Balatro Salt5 years ago in Horror
Tale of the burnt
The tale of the burnt “Some time ago when I was not so young as you but not so old as myself now I found myself outside a strange city. Surrounded by walls of decaying steel. The sounds outside this city of towers were mythical. Some spoke of litanies that could bring truth to the land. As nonsensical as this was I was ever so fond of pointless fancies and endless pursuits so I went after this psalm. I was brought under the great gray and told I would have to wander all my days. If ever I were to truly find such a beautiful tune. So here I say that this would have been great dismay if not for some fair folk who thought it best to try and wrest control of the breeze from these silly and fanciful seas. Antilles is my name and I journey for change.
By Balatro Salt5 years ago in Horror
