Explore the supernatural β ghosts, demons, haunted places, and paranormal folklore from cultures across the globe, translated for English readers.
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 pillowβlong black hair, no face. But she was at the door just seconds before. That was the night everything changed.
My cousin told me about his great-grandfather, a man who practiced forbidden arts. He told me about the night his grandfather died and something came for him. He says he is only alive because the dead made a choice.
The power went out on a summer evening. I was alone in the apartment. And then I saw a small white figure glide across my coffee table and vanish. I was not afraid. That was the strangest part.
When I was eight years old, a light came down from the ceiling of my laundry room and told me to tell my father to visit a temple. It took forty years, but I finally understood why.
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 β if it's creepy, you'll find it here.
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