#folklore

Explore stories tagged with folklore on Nightscribe and discover reads shaped by this mood, theme, or genre.

Foxfeather

imbolic

in #creepypasta • 5 days ago

Do you remember the games you played as a child? Running around outside, making up rules, inventing magic where there was none? Maybe not. Maybe that era was already gone by the time you grew up. But I’m sure a few of you—old farts like me—still remember. Those days were magic. We’d stay out past sunset, climbing trees, chasing each other barefoot through the grass, playing whatever game we could dream up on the spot. But there was one we always came back to.

10 min 10 min 0 0

The Real Baba Yaga

Robertscream

in #horror • 6 months ago

I always found Baba Yaga as a concept, a rather disturbing idea. That witch from Russian folklore that would snatch bad kids away, never to be seen again, or a figure that would punish those that had wronged it. I always found those stories stupid. Not because I don’t believe, but because I know the truth: there IS something in the Russian forests, a cruel, inhuman being that is nothing like the way people paint it in the stories. I have seen Baba Yaga, and I know what it really is.

4 min 4 min 1 0

Flowers for Caroline

Angelina Gut

in #creepypasta • 8 months ago

What are ghost stories, anyway?

7 min 7 min 4.6 5 3

The Grim (Black Shuck)

TechniGoth

in #creepypasta • 1 year ago

It was a dark, foggy night, as it really should be whenever something eerie happens. I was walking from my dad’s house over to my mom’s. I’d had a fight with my dad about something, the topic of which I’ve since forgotten, and realized at 17 years old that I was old enough and capable enough to walk alone back to my mom’s house, instead of stewing in my room at dad’s. Besides, both of my sisters were asleep already, so I wasn’t worried about them not getting their homework done or needing help…

14 min 14 min 4.8 10 4

The Walker in the Fields

Morilix07

in #horror • 1 year ago

It was a quiet, cold, windy night in the cornfield I was in with my dog. My father told me to search through the somewhat small yet vast cornfield. My father was always scared of people that weren't us in his field. We both grew up hearing stories of our family members encountering unexplainable shit in forests, old buildings, and that very cornfield my father sent me to search. I remember how my father used to tell me experiences he had in that field. Like seeing the stalks move on their own…

8 min 8 min 4.3 3 2

Nocturnal Nightmare: Confronting the Skinwalker

Veodex

in #horror • 2 years ago

I remember that night all too vividly, as if the memories were etched into my very soul. It was a cold, moonless evening, the kind that sends shivers down your spine and makes you wish for the warmth and safety of home. But little did I know that home would offer no sanctuary from the horrors that awaited me.