Explore the supernatural — ghosts, demons, haunted places, and paranormal folklore from cultures across the globe, translated for English readers.
Uncle Chen was working in his fields near the old middle school—built over leveled graves—when he heard children jumping rope and singing a rhyme. At dusk. Near the hill where nobody goes. He never finished his work that night.
I was fifteen. Late at night, I heard a bag being set down in the living room. Then again, right outside my door. The house went cold and silent. I pulled the blanket over my head and fell asleep. I never found out what it was.
Crow was the orphan that Miller's Creek forgot. He said he'd marry the widow—the one whose husband drowned in the river. Then one night he saw her face through a window. Two months later, they found him floating in the same creek.
It was 10:30 PM on a hot July night. I saw a woman standing under the dead willow tree on Old Well Road Bridge. She was gone when I reached the bridge. My truck felt like it was crawling. The drive that should have taken twenty minutes took forty. I counted seven streetlights on a road that only has three.
Two dreams, six months apart. The first one: a woman in red, watching me in a crowd. The second one: a boy leading me to a yellow world where the dead go. I almost followed him. My grandmother pulled me back at the last second.
It was December 23rd. I was in my third year at Ridgewood Academy. After lights out, I saw a woman in white standing right beside my pillow—long black hair, no face. But she was at the door just seconds before. That was the night everything changed.
We translate and curate the most bone-chilling ghost stories and supernatural tales from folklore traditions around the world. From classic paranormal legends to modern urban legends — if it's creepy, you'll find it here.
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