Urbanlegend Stories

One year ago, Sarah's best friend Cassie brutally murdered four classmates in the house next door. Then Cassie disappeared. No one knows why she did it. Or that Sarah could have stopped her. Now, strange things are happening - messages written in blood, familiar voices whispering to Sarah, faces in the mirror that aren't her own. Cassie's favorite slumber party game was always Bloody Mary and her final entries in a journal are filled with stories about a "presence" in the mirror, who listened when no one else did. Cassie poured her fear, anger, and heartbreak into Bloody Mary - confessing the bullying, loneliness, and slow, painful realization that Sarah was starting to make new friends and move on without her. As the anniversary of the murders approaches, Sarah and her friends - including Abby, who might be something more - must follow the clues and go to what's now called the Demon House. There, they will learn what really happened, what Cassie unleashed...and whether she's still alive. Cassie faced her demons and failed. Bloody Mary is done waiting. And Sarah is next. --------- Highest Rankings: 🥇#1 in Urban Legends 🥇 #1 in YA Horror 🥈#2 in Occult Top 5 in Psychological Horror Top 5 in Horror

​"Every twenty years, the silence doesn't just fall. It hunts." ​Elias Thorne is a man who lives for noise. As a true-crime podcaster, his life is measured in decibels and digital wave-forms. But when his sister Sarah sends him a final, frantic recording from their childhood home in Hollow Creek, Elias is forced back to a place that shouldn't exist on any map. ​He arrives at noon on the first day of The Silence. For seventy-two hours, no one in Hollow Creek speaks. No one moves. No one dares to breathe too loud. They aren't just following a tradition; they are hiding from the "Vocalist"-a creature that feeds on the echoes of the living. ​Armed only with his audio recorder and a heavy dose of guilt, Elias must navigate a town of masked neighbors and red-chalk boundaries. But as the clock ticks toward the final hour, he realizes his sister wasn't taken by a monster. She is being forced to sing for one. ​Don't listen. Don't speak. And whatever you do... don't look out the window.

**DARK ANATOLIAN TALES** *by Ecem Çağlar* After the death, the door begins to open. Each time she steps through it, she enters an Anatolian legend that has already ended. The drowning has happened. The bride has been sealed in stone. The girls have already jumped. She tries to stop them. She always arrives too late. Her house uploads what she never filmed. The audience grows. Objects from each tragedy appear in her room. Someone keeps counting. If these stories are over, why is she inside them? And when the last legend ends - will she leave the story, or remain in it forever?

"Welcome, mortal... do leave your sanity at the threshold." Before you lies a meticulously curated ossuary of human dread-a global registry of the things that haunt the periphery of our vision and the darkest corners of our collective subconscious. From the whispered rituals of the ancient world to the digital demons of the modern age, this Compendium serves as your guided tour through the geography of the nightmare. We spare no soul in our quest for the uncanny. Within these pages, you will encounter: The Ethereal & The Avenging: Seek the crimson reflection of Bloody Mary or the weeping specters that linger in the ruins of history. Maritime Mysteries: Walk the silent, salt-crusted decks of the SS Ourang Medan, where a crew was found frozen in a final, wordless paroxysm of absolute horror. Urban Legends & Modern Maladies: From the hooked-handed killers of lovers' lanes to the hitchhikers who vanish into the midnight mist. The Cryptid & The Corrupted: Track the clawed footprints of the Mothman, the Jersey Devil, and the insatiable hunger of the Wendigo. This archive is a living entity, and it hungers for more. I, your humble curator, have gathered much, but the darkness is vast. Have I overlooked a phantom that haunts your own doorstep? Is there a local legend from your ancestral soil that demands recognition? I implore you to leave your comments. If an urban legend has been missed or a particular monster deserves its moment in the moonlight, speak up. Your contributions are the lifeblood of this monument to the macabre. Enter freely, read by candlelight, and remember: To name the darkness is to claim power over it. But be warned... the darkness is listening.

It started as a normal group chat. Three best friends. One stormy night. When the power goes out across their street, the messages take a turn - photos no one took, shadows that don't match, and a rule no one knew existed: It only lets one leave. By morning, two teenagers are missing. And the group chat? It's still active.

Salisbury, England. Famous for its 123-meter spire, its historic Magna Carta, and its rainy Tuesday afternoons where the laws of physics are merely a suggestion. Silas Vane is a Custodian. He doesn't have a wand; he has a migraine, a bandolier of bone tuning forks, and a severe case of tinnitus. His job is simple: keep the supernatural waste of the city from spilling into the high street, all while working off a debt to the Bureau of Infernal Affairs that he can't possibly repay. But Silas doesn't work alone. Meet Barnaby. To the public, he's a scruffy, anxious Wolfhound with a nervous disposition. In reality, he is Barbatos an Archdemon, a high-ranking Demon Lord compressed into a biological vessel that can't handle his ego. Barnaby is telepathic, deeply arrogant, and suffers from catastrophic separation anxiety. If Silas walks more than fifty feet away, Barnaby doesn't just whine-he begins to unpick the fabric of reality out of spite. Together, they are the only thing standing between the world and total metaphysical collapse. The pay is terrible. The hours are unsociable. And the voice in Silas's head won't stop critiquing his life choices. For fans of Good Omens who wished it had more grit, and Hellblazer who wished it had more dogs.

Manila is the kind of city that teaches you to keep your head down. You learn which streets to avoid, which shortcuts to never take at night, which buildings feel wrong even when the rent is cheap. You learn to ignore the things you cannot explain because it is easier that way. But what if the city notices you back. This is a one-shot horror series set in Manila. Stories about ordinary people living ordinary lives until something small shifts and suddenly the familiar turns into a trap. Some of these are folklore. Some of these are the kind of fear you cannot name. All of them start with a simple idea, that nothing is scarier than realizing you have been unsafe for a while and you just did not know it yet.

Every thirteen years, someone disappears. Not dead. Not missing. Erased. At Yūhi Academy, there is only one rule: Never call that name at dusk. Arai Ren never believed in curses. Until his own name began slipping from people's memories - as if it had never existed at all. If you hear a whisper when the sun begins to set... Don't answer.

Genre: Horror, Supernatural Fiction, Mystery Story Description: In a quaint town Japan, a group of high school friends stumble upon an ancient evil lurking in the shadows. What begins as a carefree summer time class, soon descends into a terrifying fight for survival. When Alex, Yanamoto & Miko explore the abandoned forest farm, they unleash a malevolent spirit tied to Japan's darkest history. As the spirit's influence spreads, the group faces gruesome encounters and unsettling revelations. Is that really a ghost encounter or are they hallucinating? is everything around them true? As traditional Japanese folklore and mythology collide with modern-day horrors, the friends must confront their deepest fears and unravel the mystery behind the haunting. Will they survive the night, or become the latest victims of a dark legacy? Themes: Friendship, Cultural Heritage, Trauma, Supernatural Horror, Japanese Folklore. Target Audience: Fans of horror, supernatural fiction, and Japanese culture. Tagline: "When the music whispers , terror unfolds." Cover Art by : サーセントウルフ Author Bio: [Sir.centWolf] is a enthusiast and writer, inspired by Japan's rich folklore and culture.

It was supposed to be a fun winter reunion, but you know how that goes, isolated cabin, deep snow, and twenty degrees below zero. When the lights go out, six friends realize they're trapped with a killer that doesn't just hunt them, it tricks them. It twists reality to make them see their worst fears. To survive, they figure out a terrifying loophole: physical pain is the only thing that breaks the spell. Now, to make it until morning, they have to make an impossible choice... let the monster take them, or hurt themselves enough to stay alive.

Vincent O'Brien was as human as they come, but unlike most, he was keenly aware of the monsters lurking in the shadows, concealed in plain sight. As he prepared to start his senior year with his long-time girlfriend, Kalie, a stranger arrived in town, a figure shrouded in mystery and driven by a dark purpose: to unleash chaos and erase every trace of their wicked deeds. This is not a tale with a happily ever after.

Ren and Saya are high school sweethearts ready for forever. A romantic trip to a secluded mountain shrine seems like the perfect beginning, until they ignore a cryptic warning and cross a haunting purple torii gate. When Saya vanishes into a gap between worlds, Ren's reality shatters. Thrust into a hidden world of myths and shifting dimensions, Ren must join a shadowy organization to pull her back. Guided by a masked stranger, can he master ancient karmic energy before she is lost forever?

Seventeen-year-old Summer O'Neil has loved Colton Brenner for 743 days. She's counted every single one. When he humiliates her at a party - laughing while the school bully tears her apart, then calling her "a really good friend" - Summer does something desperate. She finds a ritual on TikTok. Three candles. One mirror. One photo. And a sentence spoken three times: Show me the version of you that I deserve. It works. Mirror Boy has Colton's face but better - sharper jaw, sea-glass eyes, a voice that comes from everywhere at once. He listens. He sees her. He's hers completely. And for the first time in her life, Summer feels chosen. Then people start disappearing. The girl who mocked her at the party. The boy who turned the disappearance into content. Anyone who makes Summer hurt vanishes without a trace - and Mirror Boy doesn't understand why she's upset. He promised to protect her. He promised to love her. He promised he'd never let anyone hurt her again. He's keeping every single promise. And now her best friend is asking too many questions. Some reflections refuse to stay silent.

House 663. Every family leaves a mark, and every family is marked in return. Between the summer heat, the jagged cliff, and secrets long forgotten, some places aren't meant to be lived in. They are meant to be sustained.

In this world, Gods are not absolute beings. They are created. Behind the pulsing lights of the city, Sorane emerges - a subtle fracture marking the moment when rumors, prayers, and folklore cease to be lies. From human belief, God Shards are born: fragile divinity, yet endlessly hungry. Belief is not salvation. It is a mechanism of creation. When faith accumulates too long, too densely, God Shards no longer need humanity. They evolve into higher entities known as F∆!†#R€ND - existences that tear through the boundaries of reality, proving that destruction is the logical consequence of unquestioned belief. Chasers do not exist to save the world. They exist to delay its collapse. They purify God Shards, sever cycles of faith, and deny the birth of gods - fully aware that truth itself is treated as sin. But some choose another path. A faction that believes a world built on the lie of faith deserves annihilation. That F∆!†#R€ND are not monsters - but answers. The question is no longer how to stop the gods - but whether humanity deserves a world without them.

Halloween is truly a festive time of year. Spooky stories, haunted houses and vampires that you can't help but thirst over because you're weird like that. That's why Hale Woodsen's inviting you to the Traitre Museum. You know, that weirdly atmospheric place near 86th, the one with the dome ceiling? Yeah. There'll be music. Shadows. Smoke machines. Candlelight that definitely isn't safe. Maybe even a Ouija board or two. Costumes are absolutely mandatory - don't come dressed like a civilian unless you want to be sacrificed mid-party for the aesthetic. For everyone has suffered a tragedy recently, the disappearance of Luca Almirez. For those who don't know (you're living under a rock), the basketballer disappeared a month or two ago, after the biggest game of his life. Nothing's been found about him, and to be honest? We're not sure if there ever will be. He was a best friend, a gifted sportsman, and overall a beloved member of society. Perhaps this is Hale's way of battling the grief. Since, you know, he was Luca's best friend. He's trying just as hard as everyone else to get to the bottom of this. His list of suspects is never ending, from Cady Lovaine to Ruel Cruz, to even Reverie Vale and Leslie Wilde. But they have hunches too, and so the story continues, dangerous and twisted. But that's not everything. If you want to get all the details, let's leave the Halloween party. Let's go to the 16th of August, where everything began.

Loosely based on the Japanese urban legend of a woman who just can't find her legs. Proceed with caution, I did ~not~ take this seriously.

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