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 Wandering Spirit
A very well-known figure in the sleepy town of Stonebrook was the spirit of the Wandering child. Several people had stories pertaining to this soul from teachers to taxi drivers. Nearly every story was the same. Someone would see a child about nine or ten years old standing in the distance. Their clothes were tattered, a trash bag in their hand. Their face was obscured by shoulder-length hair. After a short encounter, the child would disappear.
By Jean Bruce4 years ago in Horror
The Soldier of St. Waldren
Saint Waldren’s hospital was the oldest medical facility in the county. It was a landmark that was so well known that it was often used as a checkpoint for directions. Not that Thana ever needed to, since she never left the hospital anyway. With all her health problems, it was almost easier to tell people what she DIDN’T have. She couldn’t keep many friends her age since not a lot of people consider being in a white room with beeping noises and overpriced buffet food a fun Friday night. As a result, her only ‘life’ was online with the exception of an occasional guest or nurse.
By Jean Bruce4 years ago in Horror
The Truth About Real Vs. Fictional Vampires
[Author's Note: At University (in the early 2000's), I took a Sociology class on the myth and symbolism of Witchcraft, and as part of the class, I ended up writing a paper on the mythology and folklore of vampires, which then lead me into a paid gig writing vampire articles for a while. So I've decided to share these articles of vampire myth and folklore here ~ C ]
By Caitlin McColl4 years ago in Horror
Wicker Lake
Arthur Harris is a best selling author who loves to write horror stories based on the nightmares of our small town. Since he moved here that is all anyone in Grey Hills will talk about at least it was until my brother’s body washed up in Wicker Lake yesterday.
By Michelle Taylor4 years ago in Horror
The Lake of Souls Reach
Helen remembered when kids used to play by the lake. There used to be family reunions and picnics on the shore. There used to be boats in the summer and ice skating in the winter. Helen remembered when that all changed. She remembered how algae became worse and worse, how it would latch on to their skin when they went swimming. She remembered how more and more fish were found dead on the lakeshore. She was unsure why or how this started to happen. Her childhood mind latched onto the old legend of the lake and how it was sacred for spirits that rested at the bottom. Perhaps they were angry. Perhaps it was pollution.
By Jean Bruce4 years ago in Horror
Wish Taker
What am I even doing? The question had crossed my mind many times in the past two hours. I’m too old to believe in fairy tales, aren’t I? the fairy tale in question is more of a local legend than anything else. Adults would often talk of the Wish Taker that lived in Lake Hourglass, named aptly from its shape. The Wish Taker dwells well below the narrowest region of the lake. They could grant any wish but would only do so under very specific conditions.
By Kaitlyn Gilpin4 years ago in Horror
The Backyard
We had just moved into our new house in Gunnison, MS. I was mad at mom for moving out of the city into the country. It was only 5 houses on this stupid block, I had nowhere to go, and I would have to make new friends My Last Year of High School. I can't wait until I'm 18! Why on earth would she do this to me? I have 2 younger brothers, Kenny 16 years old, he was a suck up and Nicholas, my youngest brother was 13 he had always been stuck to my hip, I practically helped mom raise him. They were upset about the move but not as much as me.
By Melanie D1V1NiTY Montgomery4 years ago in Horror
Some Sort of Demon Squirrel
I swore I would never come back here. People always say that, and I had really meant it, but apparently four years, three months, and seventeen days was close enough to never. I squished the wet sand beneath my toes at the edge of the lake, only daring to take two steps into the diamond clear water. A bird cawed nearby and I jumped as its call pierced the calm and morphed into the sound of David's panicked last screams. I covered my ears, trying to muffle the sound, but knew it wouldn't help. I heard the same scream for the last four years, three months, and seventeen days. A breeze blew my dark hair over my face, obstructing my view, but I heard the leaves of the trees bordering the lake rustle. I flicked my hair away. No ripples marred the reflection of the blue sky on the lake's mirror surface. The leaves of the trees were deep red and vibrant yellow now, but the lake was the same.
By Kate Carlson4 years ago in Horror
