I remember hearing a tapping on my window; Three rapid taps to be exact. My light was turned out and it was dark in my room so I used my phone light to find my way to my window. I looked outside and only saw darkness. Nothing was there. I went back to bed and crawled under my covers. TAP TAP TAP. There it was again, only louder this time. I pulled the covers over my head and shut my eyes tight, willing the insistent noise to go away. For a moment there was only the sound of my breathing. As I began to fall asleep I heard it again. TAP TAP TAP! My eyes shot open and my heart rate quickened its … [Read more...] about The Black Wolf Creepypasta
Urban Legends
The Blizzard
The Blizzard By Sam Thurman The bell above the door of the Lucky Dog Convenience store tingled as Pete came back from outside. Pete fought with the door because of the rush of wind coming from the blizzard that had now blanketed the ground outside with over a foot of snow. “It’s no use; we are not going anywhere. The snow is just too deep,” Pete said. “What are we supposed to do?” Kate replied. “We have heat, food, and cover. We can just stay here until this blows over. The plow should be coming soon.” A faint voice from the TV could be … [Read more...] about The Blizzard
Sarah’s Trail
I've lived in the town of Caulfied, Virginia all my life and I've never experienced anything more life threatening and horrific then when I travelled through Sarah's Trail. I was only 16 at the time and a real adrenaline junkie. To me the trail was just a convenient path that made travels from my friend Chloe's house to my house shorter in time. The trail began near the local Walmart where the back of the store lead into a forested area (Caulfield was basically all woods and bush) and it stretched all the way to the other side of town, where most of the housing complexes were, including mine. … [Read more...] about Sarah’s Trail
The Dark Side of Harrisburg
Every small town has that one urban legend that everyone knows about and that has a few different variations. However, urban legends tend to have some truth to them, regardless the number of variations it may have or how far it has been strayed from its origins. I learned that the hard way. Let me back up a little bit, say oh.... 5,6 years? Yeah, it'd be somewhere around that and tell you about my experiences. When I was 16 years old I lived in a small sleepy farming town in Missouri called Harrisburg in the middle of August, it was your typical small rural American town. Churches … [Read more...] about The Dark Side of Harrisburg
