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.
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 10
When Carl and Philip moved into their new home, they were filled with hope. The house used to belong to Carl's grandmother, who had bequeathed her home to them in her will. They had been wanting to move out of the city and back into the suburbs ever since their daughter, Lucy, was born, but could never afford to move out of their small apartment until now.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 8
Ben absolutely hated carnivals. Everything from the rattletrap rides that were one loose bolt away from collapsing, the greasy, disgusting food that was literally Salmonella in a paper boat, and those annoying, terrible midway games. The midway games to him were the worst: every single one was totally rigged, so you always wound up spending three months allowance on trying to win a stupid, threadbare little plush toy you could buy at any discount toy store. On top of that there was always a crowd at the carnival, meaning hours upon hours of pushing and shoving to even get anywhere while trying not to get trampled by snot-nosed little kids and their often obese, negligent mothers.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
The burning of witches and the history of Holocausts forgotten
There’s this meme that has made its rounds on social media regarding witches and the people that burned them. The comments are obviously filled with people pointing out that no witches were actually burnt here in the U.S. (but they were in Europe by the tens of thousands) and then the rest of the discussion is usually filled with lots of people agreeing and stating again and again that “no witches were burned”. But again, they were in Europe by the thousands.
By Richard Foltz3 years ago in Horror
Jeffry Hates Jack-O-Lanterns
Jeffrey Hated Jack-o-Lanterns This was a problem since his Home Town was known as the Jack O Lantern capital of the United States. Every year, the town was host to thousands, if not millions, of carved horrors. It had become a point of pride for the small midwestern town. The town had been full of pumpkins since its founding back in the eighteen hundreds, and the town was filled with glowing, grinning gourds from September till April. The public commons had three large greenhouses that grew pumpkins during the cold months, and no citizen had to pay for a pumpkin. Jeffry was pretty sure that it came out of their taxes, along with road work and the police force.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Damn piano
In the nineties, residents' meetings were held periodically in our cooperative house. Let me explain: a cooperative is a community in which all issues of placement and contacts with external organizations are resolved at a general meeting. It's like a communal apartment the size of a residential building. Residents talked about home improvement, made up schedules of subbotniks, exchanged numbers of familiar locksmiths and electricians. I was ten years old at the time. Sometimes my mother took me with her to such meetings. It should be noted that we moved into this house a few months ago and hardly knew anyone.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Horror
The Case of the Eight Dancing Scarecrows
Detective Lance pulled up in front of the farmhouse, marveling at the way the corn rattled in the field. The corn was wrong, he could tell that right away, and Lance could honestly say he had never seen corn look that way. The husks were brown, the corn inside turning black as it rotted on the stalk. He had been impressed by the amount of corn surrounding the farmhouse, acres of skeletal stalks that made the farmhouse feel more like an island in a dead corn sea. The police cars out front looked out of place in the dirt yard, and as he mounted the stairs, one of the rural cops came out to meet him.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Old One's Rise
New Castle Penitentiary alarms rang in the middle of the night. Alarms at Scotland Yard went off simultaneously. The prison was preparing to move its longest-held prisoner as it forever closed its' doors. Only the warden, the highest-ranking staff members, and the tactical team knew about the prisoner.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 7
When Harold's daughter, Alice, turned eight, she only asked for one present. All she wanted - all she ever wanted - was a dollhouse of her very own. Harold was a single father though, and didn't have much money to spend on something as extravagant as a dollhouse. He had to work two jobs just to make ends meet, and even then he and Alice were practically living hand to mouth. Still, he couldn't bear to disappoint her again. So began his search to find his beloved daughter the dollhouse of her dreams.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 6
Long ago, there was a boy named Sean. He was a mischeivious little lad, with a talent for pranks and getting himself in trouble. He was just as talented, however, at getting himself out of trouble, being naturally gifted as a fast talker with lots of charm. Despite his antics, the people in his village were fond of him, and had taken to calling him "Jack" instead of his given name. This seemed to fit his impish nature more, and he found he quite liked the moniker. His mother and father loved him dearly, but often warned about him taking his pranks and jokes too far. "Having fun was all well and good," they would say, "but someday you'll have to grow up, and take responsibility for your deeds." Jack would brush off these warnings, being the heedless youth he was, and often just did as he pleased.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
