urban legend
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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
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
