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 Girl in the Pond
There is a pond in the old pear orchard. Every year, it freezes over, and kids love to skate on it, making spirals and figure eights until the cold reaches through their leather skates and their thick wool socks and reaches their tiny toes, and tells them it’s time or hot cocoa cinnamon cookies.
By Erica Psaltis5 years ago in Horror
W.V.'s Creatures Of Legends
The Mothman statue of mothman - photo credited to wvnews.com The Mothman also known as the winged-man, was one of the first reports was on November 15, 1966. On December 15, 1967 disaster struck as the Silver bridge collapsed causing the tragic deaths of 46 people. Prior to the collapse reports of a strange creature with massive wings and large eyes was reported to be seen flying around the bridge, later this was interpreted to be the Mothman trying to warn of the disaster to come. Today in Point Pleasant W.V., an annual Mothman festival is held every third weekend of September, along with a statue, and museum (year-round) dedicated to the Mothman.
By Erica Rose5 years ago in Horror
Thorn Manor
Isla has had one hell of a morning. She walks into her apartment after being “let go” from her job as a recreation assistant at the assisted-living home she has worked at for the last three years. The reason she has been fired is for going on vacation for two weeks and sudden complaints have come up. Things like “walking around aimlessly, and not putting equipment away” were mentioned. The funny thing is Isla’s “walking around aimlessly” was going to interview new seniors as her supervisor had told her to. The “equipment not being put away” started when they hired this new assistant. She left all of her things out and never cleaned them up, leaving Isla to do it. Because of that she didn’t have time to put away any of her own equipment. She asked for help from both her supervisor and the other assistant but never got it. Funny right?
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Horror
Pears can satisfy you
Grandpa Earl’s submarine was now being pulled into the dark depths of the ocean, by the mysterious sea creature of the frozen lake. A creature he had encountered a few years before, when it took his beloved dog Olly and killer whale Willy. Since this incident, grandpa had been returning to the frozen lake, fishing, searching and waiting for Olly and Willy to return. This winter, he took his granddaughters, Annie and Lucy and family animal, Beethoven a Saint Bernard, Lucifer a Persian cat and Fufu, an Arabian horse joined him. Now facing the ocean with a guiding light from the head of the submarine, it was pitched black and an area where whales, dolphins and sharks do not go. ‘Can you see anything?’ asked Lucy to her grandfather, ‘not too sure’ grandpa replied, who was carefully steering and being alert. ‘You never know what is in these waters’ he replied concerningly. Suddenly, a big crack happened on the glass, luckily the glass was unbreakable, it just bounced back into shape. ‘Woof woof, what was that?’ asked Beethoven, leaning on the glass, just as Grandpa was about to answer, a giant anglerfish crashed into the glass of the submarine again, it had big sharp teeth, a see-through body with a big lightbulb dangling from its forehead, which was now shining on the submarine. ‘Ahhhh!’ screamed the girls, ‘hide, hide, hide’ shouted Annie, who ran to hide under the pillows with Beethoven. ‘It’s okay girls, it won’t hurt us’, replied grandpa, who was fascinated at how big the anglerfish was. ‘I want to eat it! It’s a fish! cried Lucifer, as he said this, the anglerfish continued to bit the submarine, ‘Meowwww yelp!’ who quickly dashed under the sofa, after seeing enormous teeth. ‘I believe it’s hungry grandpa replied, releasing something into the water, to make the anglerfish stop biting the submarine. ‘Is that a puurr tree purr purr’? asked Lucifer, who had crawled back out with his paws up against the glass, ‘it sure is a pear tree Lucifer, replied Grandpa Earl giving Lucifer a pat on the head. ‘I have been planting these trees in my garden, continued grandpa, ‘and looks like I had left some in the boat, since they’ve grown quickly. ‘I was reading about the amazing effects they have on the soil, but pears are made from water, irrigation and rainfall’. ‘Fascineeighting’ neighed Fufu, ‘I love pears’, she added, who confidently was dragging a bag of pears from the storeroom and began eating them all’. ‘I actually have a bag of the pears on the boat’ Grandpa continued, and then realised Fufu was eating them. Releasing more pear trees to try and satisfy the anglerfish’s appetite, who eventually let out a loud burp and swam away. Grandpa Earl kept steering the boat and watching attentively out of the submarine, curious to find out where the pink sea creature disappeared too.
By Frances Helena5 years ago in Horror
Lake Pelko
They say there's a ghost out on Lake Pelko. You wouldn’t find the lake on a map; but it's just outside of town, where the main road forks. To the left is the highway, the daily commuters driving out to the city every weekday around eight in the morning and coming back the same way around six o'clock every night.
By Sean Anderson5 years ago in Horror
The Clearing
Caitlin startles awake with a gasp. Her body is gripped in a cold sweat. Heart still racing, she grips her oversized t-shirt at her chest, willing the beats to slow. She rubs her eyes with her palms as she grounds herself in reality. She takes a deep inhale and slowly lets it out. The nightmares have been relentless since Patrick went missing. Most nights she is lucky to get even 4 hours of sleep. Caitlin glances at the clock glowing red on her nightstand. 4:53am. Up before the sun once again. She slides out of bed and places her feet firmly on the chilled wooden floor. The old wood creaks as it adjusts to her weight. She wonders how many memories wood this old has seen.
By Madison Maddox5 years ago in Horror
The Death of Ithaqua
I still remembered the way Sarah looked at me when I killed her twin brother. She seemed—happy. Her mouth turned into a smile as I sank my dagger into his chest. I remember the cold of that day and my shivering hands as I released the blade from the wound. I could never forget her smile.
By Xavier de la Cruz 5 years ago in Horror
The mystery of the frozen lake
Winter approached quickly, and this excited a little girl named Annie, because the lake near her house, would become frozen for her to skate on. But what she enjoyed most about winter, was spending time with her Grandpa Earl. The ice had always created a smooth lake, surrounded by forests with white snow. This snow covered the village below the hilltop and the hill above, Annie had an older sister, named Lucy who didn’t enjoy winter as much, because it brought sad memories a Portuguese Water Dog named Olly, who belonged to her grandfather. She heard stories from her grandfather, about a mysterious sea creature, who lived under the lake. A sea creature no one had seen, but had taken Olly from the boat that when they were fishing. Grandpa Earl, encountered a monster two years ago which lived beneath the ice, taking his long-life friend Olly, who had silky black curls from head to toe. The lake connects through the village creating a river, which flows down into the ocean from the top of the hill, located in Portorosso, Italy. In summer, the hilltop looks over the beach and the village. Annie and her family lived on the hill on their farm, with a lake at the back of their house. Annie was the only one who hadn’t heard the story of Olly. Annie and Lucy’s parents created a farmhouse many years ago before they were born, which stretches over a few acres before the forest.
By Frances Helena5 years ago in Horror
A Christmas Massacre
S. Hileman 8/18/2021 Pear Tree Challenge “...and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeee!” Sally sang with real joy for the first time that day. The 12 days of Christmas was a crowd pleaser at the Oakridge Mall, and they ended every shift with it. Sally had been an elf for the night shift mall Santa for two weeks, and already she had begun to hate carols, candy canes and kids. The money was good though, so she showed up on time, and put on the red and green tights and the stupid hat with annoying bells on it. She forced a smile for six straight hours, six days a week. She’d already been spoken to by Randall, the fat bastard playing Santa, for not being ‘jolly enough’. Another couple weeks and she could tell Randall that he sucked, his ho ho ho’s were mediocre and most of the kids were frightened by him. She’d also tell him to get a life, since some days she was convinced that he really believed he was St. NIck. Earlier today some girl of six or seven was chatting up the fat fuck about American Girl Dolls, when suddenly she coughed once and puked all over his synthetic polyester Santa pants. Sally had to stifle the blast of laughter that threatened to burst out of her. She grabbed at some paper towels and feigned concern for Randall, but what she was really thinking was she ought to buy that kid the fucking doll because she had just earned it.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo5 years ago in Horror
