travel

Haunted locales and houses of horror from the Amityville home to the Tower of London; travel tips for those seeking a trip filled with fun and evil.

Bloody Ceiling. Content Warning.
The inn was old—older than the crooked sign swinging above its warped doorway suggested. Paint peeled from the shutters, and ivy strangled the stone walls. But the price was cheap, and after a day of driving through the rain, Hal Draycott didn’t care about peeling paint or creaking stairs. He cared about a bed and a roof.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Horror
The Knock at 2 A.M.
I don’t usually wake up at 2 A.M. I am the kind of person who sleeps like a rock. But that night, something pulled me out of my dreams—like a string yanking me awake.
By ETS_Story7 months ago in Horror
The Girl in the Box: The Chilling Ordeal of Colleen Stan. Content Warning.
The Girl in the Box: The Chilling Ordeal of Colleen Stan On May 19, 1977, 20-year-old Colleen Stan set out from her home in Eugene, Oregon, with nothing more on her mind than a road trip to visit a friend in Northern California. She was young, adventurous, and like many at the time, comfortable hitchhiking. What began as a routine ride soon spiraled into one of the most shocking and disturbing captivity cases in American history. For the next seven years, Colleen’s life would be stolen from her, locked away—quite literally—in a wooden box beneath a bed.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Horror
The Train to the Sea
Start writing...I had never taken the long train to the coast before. People always said it was too slow, too old, and not worth the trip. But I didn’t care. That morning, when the sky was pale blue and the air smelled like fresh bread from the bakery near my street, I packed a small bag and decided to go.
By Qaseem Ahmadzai7 months ago in Horror
Don’t Open the Door
I’ve always thought living alone was freedom. No arguments about dishes, no noise I didn’t choose, no one asking why I was awake at three in the morning. Just me, my books, and the quiet.
By ETS_Story7 months ago in Horror
Echoes in the Dark: Ghost Box Voices at the Nathaniel Rogers House
Common association of the Hamptons is luxury—glowing summer homes, wide beaches, and painstakingly kept estates. But amongst the stores and sun-drenched houses is an ignored past that hangs persistently. A magnificent mansion from the 1800s in Bridgehampton, Nathaniel Rogers House reminds us of a wealthy whaling captain's legacy. Local legends claim it now functions as a sanctuary for wandering spirits and is a museum.
By Shahjahan Kabir Khan8 months ago in Horror
🏔️ Tirich Mir: The Mountain of Darkness and Its Paranormal Secrets
Towering high over the valleys of Chitral, Tirich Mir stands as the tallest peak in the Hindu Kush, reaching an amazing height of 7,708 meters (25,289 feet). Locals call this imposing peak "The King of Darkness." It is more than a beautiful scene; it is immersed in legends, stories of the strange, and real supernatural phenomena that still influence the lives of residents nearby.
By Shahjahan Kabir Khan8 months ago in Horror
The Villisca Axe Murders: Iowa’s Unsolved Nightmare That Still Haunts. Content Warning.
The crime scene that awaited discovery was horrifying: an entire family and two young houseguests brutally murdered with an axe in their own home. The case would captivate the nation, confound investigators, and leave a lingering aura of dread over the town.
By E. hasan8 months ago in Horror
Firbargad: The Flame of the Mountain
In the highlands where mist clung to the cliffs and the sky split often with thunder, there rose a mountain the people called Firbargad. To travelers, it seemed only a jagged crown of stone, but to those who lived in its shadow, it was something far older and stranger—a sleeping guardian whose breath steamed in vents of smoke, whose heart glowed beneath the rock, and whose voice could be heard in the deep groans of the earth.
By Princess Ladly8 months ago in Horror
The Room Number 313
When I first moved near the university, I was desperate to find a place I could actually afford. Prices were insane, but then I saw an ad that seemed almost too good to be true: “Small room for rent, cheap price, available immediately.”
By subah alenzi8 months ago in Horror
The Room With No Windows
When I first moved into the old apartment building downtown, the landlord gave me one rule: “Don’t go near Room 6B.” I thought he was joking. The place was falling apart anyway—peeling wallpaper, flickering lights, and creaky wooden floors that groaned under every step. Why would one room matter more than the rest?
By subah alenzi8 months ago in Horror
The Taxi Ride I Wish I Never Took
I had always taken late-night taxis in the city, but something about that night felt wrong from the start. The rain poured in thick sheets, and the streets were almost deserted. When the old yellow taxi stopped for me, I felt a chill crawl up my spine, but I forced myself inside.
By subah alenzi8 months ago in Horror