Explore the supernatural — ghosts, demons, haunted places, and paranormal folklore from cultures across the globe, translated for English readers.
My mother came home for her great-aunt's cremation but arrived too late to see her face. Just as she said she wished she could have looked one last time, a cold wind lifted the white cloth covering the body—and it stopped exactly at the face. Then another wind put it back.
My friend's brother was a year old when he suddenly went rigid in his crib—one night, their mother said he'd lost his soul and told them to call him back. Her father walked four floors down, calling his name. The baby came back.
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.
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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