Scary Urban Legends Novels & Stories

"Ma’am, are you alright? You shouldn’t be this close to the scene." "I’m not alright," I said. "These killings are getting completely out of hand. How many more innocent people have to die before someone does something?" I’d been cultivating my relationship with the local police for months, establishing myself as Dr. Delia Pier, a historian researching local folklore and urban legends. I’d published works on Werewolves, Lycans, Vampires, and Fae scattered throughout every academic library. I attended every odd conference about aliens and never failed to point out that there were still creatures that lived closer to us than we could ever imagine that weren’t aliens.

The legends spoke of their eradication millennia ago, but could they have returned? As days turned into weeks, the team pursued every lead. They scoured desolate landscapes, interviewed terrified inhabitants, and pieced together a fragmented narrative. The whispers, it seemed, were targeting specific individuals, prey upon their deepest fears and insecurities, and amplifying them into a torrent of negativity.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

The nagging sense of dread only deepened after that night. Every shadow felt too close, every sound too loud. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was always watching me. My sleepless nights turned into restless days, and as the city outside continued its usual bustle, I delved into an entirely different world. Late nights at the library, dim-lit corners of obscure websites, anywhere I could find whispers of the things lurking beneath the surface, I wanted to be sure that I was not losing my mind. Most of it felt like nonsense, ancient folklore and children’s tales. But the more I read, the more these so-called legends started to feel… uncomfortably familiar. Beings who liv

That night, hundreds of young people turned up at Highgate Cemetery to see him perform an exorcism (which he ended up not doing). The Highgate panic wasn’t a case of vampires being scapegoated for disease but rather a media sensation and an instance of “legend tripping” (young people going to a supposedly haunted place to test their bravery). In the history of vampire legends, the Highgate incident is a modern phenomenon. It has less to do with the desire to control a community’s health and a lot more in common with modern scares, like the creepy clown sightings that went viral this year—even if people don’t believe it, they’re still drawn to the hype.

The whole sky black making me more scared. I am not type of a person who gets scared easily... "Ahhhh" I screamed as kept my leg on some object. It could be a snake for God's sake. I removed my leg slowly from the object or the snake only to sign in relief. It's just a stick. "Buddy please we should go inside now.. Mom will definitely scold me once she realise I was out of the forest. What if she won't ever realise we are out of forest. She might be searching for us inside the forest only. We should definitely go now. What if we won't ever go back. What if a vampire suck our blood till we become dry or even worse what if a ghost appear and eat us. What if-"

REALITY! Like Werewolves fucking exist!! "Are you guys vampires?" Sarah gulped. If they were, she believed not to be in safe hands. Most stories projected about them were bad, them being night demons! Blood suckers! Terrible creatures, not to relate with. Well all in novels she had read. "Of course not! Don't compare us to those graceless creatures!" James answered, as he appeared in front of them. His whole face and body stained with black blood. Most especially his white shirt drenched in it.

However, I was not expecting to feel a very cold hand on my arm in the middle of the night, but when I do I start to shake severely. I don’t live with a single soul and my parents had died years ago so it wasn’t them. Not to mention, no one else had keys to my small apartment in the city where break ins are all too common. Is this a burglar checking to see if I am really asleep or a serial killer who wants to get his jollies off hearing me scream? Honestly, I don’t know, and I don’t care just as long as they leave me alone, so I don’t have to deal with them.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the dream continued like it was waiting for her to come back to the subconscious world. Amara shuddered with fear as if she was the part of the dream to see the vampire again. The moment his feet landed on the soil of Hamster, the birds making merry in the air of the blue sky made a preternatural chirrup flying away. The dogs howled as if a huge calamity is going to befall. The ether which appeared bright with rays of sun suddenly turned dark with loud thunders. Within a few seconds there was an outpour of rain as if the heaven was also moarning for the origin of disaster in the city.

I found my Mate " What!!.. Your Mate is human " " I saw them.. in the depths of the forest.. It is not a myth as I thought " " Its place is in my arms and not among these idiots there! .. and they are not a fairy tale. The werewolf is a pervert.. There are many legends that are told and no one believes them. There are many myths that everyone thinks are myths. Only myths that parents tell their children to scare them.. So that they don't leave the house and stay safe..