13 Jun

Posted at 11:00h in Animals and Wildlife, Beings and Entities, Children and Childhood, Folklore and Folktales, Monsters, Creatures, and Cryptids, Myths and Legends, Psychological Horror, Sounds and Voices, Survival Horror, Suspense and Thrillers

James was an eight-year-old boy with the heart of a dog and the energy of a hummingbird. His mother died when he was only five, so he lived with his grandmother, Babcia. They were very poor: their house was a tiny, dilapidated thing, with a...

06 May

Posted at 11:00h in Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances, Investigations and Crimes, Locations and Sites, Monsters, Creatures, and Cryptids, Myths and Legends, Nature and the Outdoors, Urban Legends

Most children say they want to run away from home but few ever do it. My brother Joey was definitely in the latter category, using the excuse of freedom and independence to constantly break our parents’ rules. He was a dreamer, an adventurer, someone that refused...

30 Apr

Posted at 11:00h in Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances, Dreams and Nightmares, Folklore and Folktales, Insects, Spiders, and Parasites, Madness, Paranoia, and Mental Illness, Myths and Legends, Psychological Horror

The carpet smells of decay and mud as I flatten my face against the floor in an attempt to hide under our queen-sized bed. An incessant banging at the door resonates through my brain, feeling like I’m being impaled with an iron spike. Each knock slams...

26 Feb

Posted at 11:00h in Artifacts and Objects, Beings and Entities, Children and Childhood, Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances, Folklore and Folktales, Monsters, Creatures, and Cryptids, Myths and Legends, Occult, Magic, and Witchcraft, Rites and Rituals, Slashers and Gore

My name is Mortimer Lipschitz. I know the name itself suggests otherwise, but I shit you not. That's really my name. I used to wish it wasn't. On all that's holy, I wished it wasn't. But I suppose that the name was never really the...

13 Mar

Posted at 00:00h in Beings and Entities, Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances, Folklore and Folktales, Locations and Sites, Monsters, Creatures, and Cryptids, Myths and Legends, Strange and Unexplained

Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half. Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts. But the cold wasn’t what gave Jack his nightly jitters—not by a long shot. The...

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