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.
Reasons I (and everyone else) Would Be Burned As A Witch
The events in Salem were but one chapter in a long story of people being hunted, tried and killed for acts of witchcraft. Although, arguably the most famous, the Salem Witch Trials occurred late in the sequence, with hunts and executions beginning in Europe, around 1330.
By Loey Buiskool11 days ago in Horror
Something Watches from the Tree Line...
The first sign is never what people expect. It isn’t a scream. It isn’t a shape. It isn’t even fear... The very first moment is the instant the woods stop sounding normal. Hunters, loggers, campers, soldiers; people who spend their lives outdoors, all describe it the same way. Birds go silent. Wind drops. Insects vanish as if someone flipped a switch. The forest doesn’t explode into chaos. It holds its breath... And that’s when people realize they are no longer alone in the way they thought they were.
By Veil of Shadows12 days ago in Horror
The Zodiac Killer: Randomness as Rehearsal?
California, late 1960s... The country was loud. Televisions glowed late into the night. Radios carried voices across highways and into homes. America was watching itself, war overseas, unrest in the streets, optimism colliding with anxiety in real time. And in that noise, something learned how to whisper.
By Veil of Shadows15 days ago in Horror
The Ninth Hour of Malachi : SEASON 2
Season 2 Chapter 5 BROKEN DOCUMENTED FACT: The Monastery of the Silent Veil was built on the ruins of a pre-Christian pagan site known for ritual sacrifice. Historians note a significant number of suicides among the early monks, with bodies often found twisted into unnatural postures, mimicking the position of a figure being broken on a wheel. The term "Malachi's Hour" first appears in a 13th-century text, referencing the ninth hour of the day...the hour of ultimate darkness before dawn.
By Tales That Breathe at Night16 days ago in Horror
Jack the Ripper: The Silence That Never Left...
London, 1888... At night, the city did not sleep; it thinned. Gas lamps cast weak halos that failed to reach the corners of the streets. Sound behaved strangely in Whitechapel. Footsteps overlapped. Voices blurred. A single cry could vanish into brick and fog before it fully formed. Thousands of people moved through the same narrow corridors each evening, close enough to brush past one another, distant enough to remain unknown.
By Veil of Shadows19 days ago in Horror
Stories Told At Twilight
A 300-word flash fiction regarding the above image: She never realized the pale blue of her eyes until now. Pressing the palm of her hands against the cold porcelain sink, she sank deeper into her own gaze. Her eyes were not only pale but striking.
By JB Ingland20 days ago in Horror
The Giant Who Never Spoke
The rain was coming down in sheets that night, drumming on the old tin roof like impatient fingers, and I was maybe twelve, curled up on the porch swing with a blanket that smelled like pipe tobacco and my granddad’s coat. He didn’t talk much anymore-age had stolen most of his words-but stories? Those he still had. He’d lean back in his rocker, eyes half-closed, and let them spill out slow, like molasses in January.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED21 days ago in Horror
