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 Man in Red
The cul-de-sac had all the hallmarks of life and prosperity. Trees swayed in their green finery, their leaves twisting and catching the shimmering rays of a sun that had nearly reached its peak over the idyllic subdivision on the east side of town. A cool spring wind caught itself in the branches, and pushed along an armada of clouds like plump ships sailing through a sky as blue as Caribbean waters. Bob white quails whistled questioningly from their perches, and the occasional grackle trilled and chirped right alongside them. Squirrels tittered in a manic rush, as they fought each other for acorns, or sweet tree sap, or the swelling buds of trees. It was that perfect, lotus-eater time of day, when the elderly napped, and perhaps the dreamy drone of a lawnmower somewhere in the distance was the only evidence that people were present.
By Kruse Christopher5 years ago in Horror
Duat
Dark. Black. Beautiful. I’d never seen stars like this in my life. Well I guess I take that back; I’ve seen plenty of night skies like this in movies, magazines, perhaps even in my dreams. But this was some real-life stuff. The sky was the blackest black I’d ever witnessed, with thousands of bright twinkling stars that only my measly human eye could pick up on. I was laying in the soft harsh sand and I was freezing. But freezing didn’t really matter – I was going to die soon anyways. I squished the sand between my fingers. I guess this was a good way to die. The Sahara Desert would consume me, and I’d always be carried in her belly as a late-night snack. Maybe millions of years from now, an archaeologist would dig me up and frown in disappointment at my fossilized bones. Only human.
By Abigail Brokaw5 years ago in Horror
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
