1) The Dyatlov Pass Incident

In 1959, nine hikers died on the high slopes of Kholat Syakhl when something caused them to flee their camp in terror. There were no apparent signs of struggle or reason for any member to panic so greatly that they would leave behind tents and food supplies with only clothes on their back.

They were found 50 meters from the tents, some of them with fatal injuries. While there are a lot of theories surrounding what happened that day, one popular theory is they encountered an unknown force or creature.

2) The Black Eyed Kids

While not as popular in the U.S., black eyed kids are a common urban legend across much of Europe and Asia, where they’re believed to be either ghosts or some other form of paranormal being that has one goal-to lure children away from their homes at night.

There aren’t many details about these beings, but in the stories they usually appear as children with coal-black eyes, pale skin, and wearing dark or dirty clothing.

3) The Babadook

While the origin of this story starts with a real life event, it quickly morphed into an urban legend.

In 1974, Australian author Jennifer Kent’s mother Amelia died suddenly and unexpectedly from complications related to peritonitis. A few months after her death, Jennifer found a strange looking pop-up book in her father’s study. It was an edition of “The Babadook” by renowned Australian author, Clive Barker. Jennifer’s father had apparently found the book while cleaning out a local school and wanted to read it with his daughter– but she refused, certain that her mother would have hated such a frightening children’s story.

After her father’s death, Jennifer found out that the book had been donated to a library in Sydney. The story took on an additional significance for her– and led to increased interest after she posted about it on social media following its release.

The Babadook tells the story of Amelia Vanek who, after the death of her husband, finds herself unable to cope with life’s stresses. She begins seeing a sinister entity in the house – The Babadook- which torments her and her son Samuel.

4) Capgras Delusion

A man in France was convinced that his wife had been replaced with an identical-looking imposter. This is a condition known as Capgras delusion, which occurs when the person’s brain has difficulty recognizing faces (due to damage or trauma).

5) The Well to Hell

In 1976, Soviet geologists drilling in Turkmenistan discovered a hole that seemed to lead straight into the center of the earth. Their equipment was suddenly destroyed by extreme heat and they had no way to measure what lay beyond their drill site.

6) Polybius

The game Polybius is a urban legend of an arcade video game which allegedly caused the loss of several hours, leads to insomnia and other side effects. No such game ever existed but its story has been told by gamers for years.

7) Dead Bart

In 1990, a Simpsons episode aired in which the main character Bart is killed by an oncoming car. Although this was just part of the show’s storyline at first (Bart eventually returned to life), children viewing their show through live TV were shocked and distressed when they saw his body lying motionless on the road.

8) Come Follow Me

In 1977, a man claiming to be the son of God began sending messages from his home in Florida. The letters would first come as phone calls asking for donations and then progressed into handwritten notes that included maps with directions to churches where he’d speak.

9) The Devil’s Cot

The Devil’s Cot is a folktale that many people believe to have originated in Scotland. The story tells of a priest who went out to bless the home and family, but when he arrived at their doorstep they were nowhere to be found. He searched for them until it started raining heavily and then returned back into his church where he saw all three of them lying on the altar.

10) Crooked-Headed Girl

This is a story set in the 1800s of a young woman from Madagascar who was born with an abnormally shaped head. Her father, believing that her abnormal birth would bring bad luck to their family and village, attempted to smother her as she slept. When this failed he tried drowning her but she managed to escape under water.

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Or when he cries and cocks his head toward the closet door, but when you open it up … there’s nothing there?

And what do you think it means when he wakes you up in the middle of the night, scratching at the floor … whining, twisting his neck in strange contortions?

Is he hearing some faraway hum, or did he just get spooked by a shadow or flash of light from outside? Maybe car headlights playing off the wall, passing through before you even notice?

Or, is something else passing through that you don’t notice?

And … what about when you come home from work and find your dog sitting in front of the television, watching … even though the set is turned off?

What do you think that means?

Maybe he turned it off just before you walked through the door. Or maybe something else did.

Probably, it’s nothing, though. Right? Just a dog being a dog, hearing the rumble of thunder miles away or the neighbor’s garage door opening  or the buzz along the phone line.

Probably.

But then, what do you think it means when he comes over to the corner where I’m floating, watching, and his ears flop around in an unnatural motion, like someone is scratching behind them?

Could it mean that he reminds me of a dog I had when I lived in this house? And that he recognizes me, somehow?

It could. It might.

Whatever it means, I’m enjoying the company after so many years of dark loneliness. Your oblivion is much appreciated.

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I had just turned seventeen in December, though, and was saving up for my first car, so when my parents asked me to babysit my kid sister and a couple of her friends, I had just one question — how much you paying?

It was enough to get me on the hook, though I might have even done it for free. That’s how bored I was.

Besides, it was always fun to torment a gaggle of preteen girls, and this group was a particularly easy mark.

So, after we chowed down on delivery pizza, and after I made the obligatory check to make sure the kids all had their homework done, I made some popcorn and we all hunkered down in front of the TV. I popped Halloween in the VCR and sat back, ready to enjoy some screams.

The girls didn’t disappoint, and I had my plan all worked out for how I was going to really scare them once the movie was over. It involved a mask and a flashlight and our picture window.

But I never got the chance, because, just as the movie ended, my sister’s cell phone rang from the kitchen where she had left it.

Now, my parents are both techies, and we were the first kids to have cell phones in our school. We were also the first family I knew of who got rid of their house line.

“Can you get that for me?” my sister asked, and she looked scared. That was good.

“Sure,” I said, hopping up from my chair and walking toward the dark kitchen. “Maybe the call is coming from inside the house,” I teased as I picked up the phone.

A couple of the other girls gasped, but my sister rolled her eyes. “That only happens in the movies.”

I flipped the phone open and looked at the screen … my heart stopped. The calling number was the same as our old land line, which had been dead for years. I shot my eyes to my sister, not sure what to do. I wanted to scare her, but I didn’t want to kill her.

I clicked the button and said, “Hello?”. I could hear my voice shaking.

“Hey!” my sister yelled and stomped toward me. “That’s my phone!”

“Rickey?” the woman’s voice said from the other end of the line. “It’s Paula’s mom. I just wanted to check in on you guys. Is everything going OK? Are you having fun?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at the display again. It showed a different number — I assumed it belonged to Paula’s mom. Just then, my sister snatched the phone from my hand and went back to the living room, complaining to about how I had invaded her privacy.

I never did figure out what happened that night, how our old house number showed up on my sister’s cell phone, and it never happened again … as far as I know.

Even now, though, as a grown man … I still get the heebie-jeebies every time my phone rings when I’m visiting my parents.

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They think we don’t work, just hide behind our curtains all day, waiting for the sun to go down. And then … what? Just roam the streets?

But I guess it’s better that way. If they understood, maybe my existence would be even harder.

As it is, this summer has been the toughest one yet. The days so bright, the nights so short. I’ve lost twenty pounds since May.

This job is the only thing that keeps me going. The technology has been a godsend. Where else could you watch so many people come and go all day, pick up on their patterns, and do it all from a deep, dark dungeon far removed from the sun?

It’s ironic that work would save me considering the misconceptions about my kind. But then, nobody knows the truth about me. If they think about me at all, it’s just in an abstract way — how do I avoid the cameras, stay away from the security guy?

The job puts me at risk, too, though.

It’s rarely dark when I come into the mall, or when I leave at night. That presents its own challenges, but I’ve managed to cope, with only minor burns.

Working all day leaves me little energy at night, though, so feedings have been rough. Hence the weight loss.

But it was 57 degrees when I came to work this morning. Hardly anyone is wearing shorts today.

And the days are getting shorter. Soon it will be fall.

It’s my favorite time of year. Especially this year. People love routine, and I’m observant.

Soon, it will be easy to find what I need. Once the darkness comes back to me.

Soon … I won’t be hungry anymore.

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It was just one of those scary stories parents told their kids to try and keep them from wandering off. The kind high school boys used to terrify grade-shoolers.

But then, somebody told Mabel Young about the tower, and she wanted to see it for herself.

“Can you come with me after school to find the Witch Tower?” she asked me after calculus class on Monday. Mabel is the new girl in school, quiet but smart, which makes her an easy target for bullies.

I know the feeling and figured she could tell. Probably why she sort of latched onto me. She’s kind of pretty, so I don’t really mind.

“That’s just an urban legend,” I told her, but she wouldn’t hear it.

So the next day, Tuesday, we headed out to Steckler’s Woods right after school. It’s mid-October, which meant we should have had about three hours of daylight left, but … we didn’t.

I swear we hadn’t been in the forest for more than fifteen minutes when it started to get dark. I know because we had just walked into the swampy clearing, which was about halfway through the woods.

I’ve taken the cut-through a hundred times, so I know the place.

“See, there’s nothing here,” I said and tugged on Mabel’s sleeve as I turned back toward the main road.

Just then, though, a wet, sucking sound came from the center of the clearing, and when I looked back, a three-story turret stood right there in the path. An old hag of a woman stood on top of the tower.

She wiggled her finger at the two of us, motioning us toward her.

It’s embarrassing to admit, but I turned and ran. I guess I figured Mabel would run, too. That she could take care of herself.

When I got to the edge of the woods, a blood-curdling cackle shook the trees around me. I sped up.

I ran straight home and went right up to my room. I called Mabel’s number later on, but no one answered, and I wondered why her mother didn’t pick up, at least.

I didn’t sleep at all that night, last night.

And now, here I sit in calculus class again, and Mabel isn’t here.

I asked a couple of the other kids in the hallway if they had seen Mabel this morning. They both said the same thing …

“Who’s Mabel.”

And Mr. Larson didn’t call Mabel’s name when he took role. I’m worried about her.

I’m more worried about me.

In the legend, no one ever remembers actually seeing the Witch Tower, or the witch. She either casts a spell over them to make them forget … or she makes them disappear.

Mabel is gone.

And I remember everything.

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