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 the Storm Drain: A Suburban Nightmare That Won’t Go Away
We moved into the house on Maplewood Drive when I was eight. A quiet cul-de-sac in a sleepy New Hampshire town, the kind of place where Halloween decorations stayed up until Thanksgiving and neighbors waved whether they liked you or not.
By Manisha James7 months ago in Horror
Dolls With Blinking Eyes
A cold dread settled over me the moment I knew a daughter was coming. Not because of the life itself, but because of the inevitable intrusion of them. Not Barbies, which were plastic and safe, but the others. The lifelike ones. The blinkers. The talkers. A visceral revulsion ran through my veins, an inexplicable, deep-seated terror I couldn't articulate, only obey.
By "Ann Garza"7 months ago in Horror
Venom and Grace: The World’s Deadliest Snakes You’d Never Want to Meet
Snakes are some of the most fascinating creatures on Earth. They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors—and while many are harmless, some are extremely dangerous. These deadly snakes carry venom so powerful it can kill a human in just minutes. Others have a silent, sneaky way of catching their prey and defending themselves. In this article, we’ll explore some of the world’s most dangerous snakes, what makes them so deadly, and why they deserve both respect and caution.
By ibrahim khan7 months ago in Horror
The Silent Agony: A Portrait of Resistance and Loss
In a world overrun by noise—of war, of politics, of relentless chatter on digital screens—sometimes, a photograph tells the story louder than a thousand voices. The image before us is one such visual parable. It speaks in muted tones, in earth-stained fabric and blood-drenched wool. The woman depicted does not scream, does not reach out, does not protest. Yet everything about her—the closed eyes, the tension in her brow, the soft lines of her face frozen in fatigue or final rest—screams volumes.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Horror
Names of Honor and the Tragedy in Balochistan
Balochistan’s Names of Honor and a Recent Tragedy Balochistan, a region rich in tradition and steeped in tribal values, has long upheld a cultural system that places honor—ghairat—at the core of personal and social identity. Within this code, the concept of “name” (naal) or honor (izzat) often determines an individual's reputation, familial pride, and community standing. However, the weight of this honor can, and often does, lead to tragic consequences.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Window
It was a cold September evening when Anna arrived at the cottage. She had never liked old houses. But this one — tucked in a forgotten European village — belonged to her late grandmother. The family wanted her to stay for two days, collect important documents, and prepare the house for sale.
By Muhammad Abuzar Badshah 7 months ago in Horror
Limited Edition Labubu Doll – Cute, Collectible, and Coveted
In a quiet corner of a bustling city, nestled between antique bookshops and cozy tea cafes, was a tiny store called Whimsy & Wonder. Its wooden sign swung gently in the breeze, painted with pastel stars and a sleepy moon. The shop was a hidden gem, known only to a few, and it held the rarest, most enchanting collectibles you could imagine.
By kamran khan7 months ago in Horror
The Man Behind the Bathroom Mirror: A True Account of Terror
I moved into the apartment on Oak Street because it was cheap—too cheap for a place in the middle of town. It wasn’t fancy, but it was mine. A one-bedroom with an old-fashioned bathroom and a cracked medicine cabinet mirror that looked like it hadn’t been replaced in decades. I didn’t mind. At least, not at first.
By Manisha James7 months ago in Horror
The Girl At No. 9 Part 3
We left the neighborhood when the circles began appearing in our yard—slowly at first, then faster. They weren’t just in the grass anymore; they showed up on the walls, in the dirt by the driveway, even pressed into the kitchen floorboards like some invisible weight had pushed through. My wife stopped sleeping. She stopped talking. Her eyes looked distant, hollowed out by sleepless nights and whispered prayers.
By Muhammad Shoaib7 months ago in Horror
