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.
Nightmares. Content Warning.
Introduction This is for a short horror experiment. Dhar told me that the Vocal Horror community did not have a minimum word limit, although this implies it should be six hundred words. I am just worried that with my intro, it will hit six hundred words, so this experiment may be futile 😁. It allowed me to publish, so there is no minimum for Horror.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Horror
Kusliga Vista. Top Story - April 2026.
“I told you we were going too far off trail,” said Clark. “I thought Ammon said he could read a compass,” said Kit. “Guys, it’s easy, we just need to find a river or stream and follow it. Those things always lead to civilization,” Ammon said and pushed through thick patch of bushes.
By Amos Gladea day ago in Horror
The Badge and the Betrayal: Jesse Valencia’s Secret Affair with “Columbia’s Finest” Ended in a Silent Starlight Execution.
Imagine the sticky, electric hum of a Missouri summer in 2004. Jesse Valencia was the kind of guy who commanded a room-a 23-year-old journalism student with a sharp mind for pre-law and a social calendar that never quit. He was the first in his Kentucky family to go to college, a high-achiever who had reinvented himself in the progressive bubble of Columbia.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFREDa day ago in Horror
The Devil's Den
The Greyhound bus is a cold, metallic throat, and I am the bitter pill it refuses to swallow. I press my forehead against the vibrating window, skin crawling against the grease of a thousand failures, watching the California coastline transform. To the dreamers behind me—the ones with stars in their eyes and suitcases full of polyester—the Tinseltown skyline is a soaring monument to ambition. They see a mirage of salt and gold.
By Nathan McAllister4 days ago in Horror
The Legend of Percy Vance
The rain in Alcyone didn’t wash the city; it merely redistributed the soot. It clung to the windshield of Percy Vance’s city-issued sedan, a greasy film that turned the neon signs of the District of Rust into blurred bruises. Inside the car, the heater hummed a discordant note that vibrated against the base of Percy’s skull, a precursor to the "urban tinnitus" he had begun to hear whispers about in the darker corners of the Public Works breakroom.
By Nathan McAllister5 days ago in Horror
Scampi's Great Escape
The neon sign of the Inkwell bled a sickly crimson through the rain-streaked window, casting long, shadows across the scarred mahogany of our booth. The air inside tasted of stale gin, ozone, and the sour desperation that clung to every soul in Alcyone. I leaned across the table, my hands trembling so violently that the ice in my glass rattled like teeth shivering in a skull.
By Nathan McAllister6 days ago in Horror
The Bauman Story
This isn’t a ghost story per se. It isn’t folklore passed down through generations. This is something President Roosevelt claimed was told to him directly by a man named Bauman. A seasoned hunter and trapper who had spent years in the unforgiving wilderness of the American frontier.
By Veil of Shadows6 days ago in Horror
