Well, perhaps there's a horror story about the Mcphs library. There was a book that was said to be cursed. Whenever someone tried to open it, the lights in the library would flicker ominously. One student was brave enough to peek inside, and he saw strange symbols that seemed to burn into his mind. After that, he started having nightmares of being trapped in a never - ending maze of bookshelves, with the cursed book chasing him.
In Mcphs horror stories, the element of the unknown is quite prevalent. It could be an unknown figure that students keep seeing but can't identify. Another common thing is the use of local superstitions. Maybe there's a superstition about a certain tree on campus that if you walk around it three times at midnight, something bad will happen. And of course, the idea of time distortion. Students might enter a building and feel like hours have passed when in reality it's only been a few minutes, adding to the overall sense of horror.
Once, I was at a desolate beach at night. As I walked along the shore, I heard strange whispers. I thought it was just the wind at first. But then, I saw a figure emerging from the water. It was a pale, almost translucent woman. She just stared at me with empty eyes and then disappeared. It sent chills down my spine.
One Mayan horror story is about the Curse of the Crystal Skull. Legend has it that the crystal skulls were powerful and ancient artifacts. Those who disturbed them were said to be haunted by strange visions and misfortunes. For example, a group of explorers who found a crystal skull in a hidden Mayan temple started having nightmares of shadowy figures. One by one, they faced accidents and bad luck until they returned the skull to its original place.
Once there was a black cat that lurked in an old, abandoned house. Every night, strange noises would come from the house. A group of kids decided to explore one night. As they entered, the cat's eyes glowed in the dark. It hissed and led them to a locked room. The kids heard whispers from inside the room and ran out in terror, feeling like the cat was some kind of evil guide.
Once, a girl received a snap from an unknown number. It was a dark, blurry photo of what seemed like an old, decrepit house. As she stared at it, she noticed a shadowy figure in the window that wasn't there before. She quickly blocked the number, but that night she heard strange noises outside her window, like someone was scratching at the glass.
A local in the tenderloin told me this story. He was walking home one night and saw a figure in a long, tattered coat standing in the middle of the street. As he got closer, the figure didn't move. When he finally passed by, he felt a cold chill run down his spine. He turned around and the figure was gone. He ran the rest of the way home, and from that day on, he always took a different route at night, fearing that he might see that strange figure again.
Once upon a time, there was a small village. A strange mist, known as 'va', started to cover the village at night. People who were out after dark began to disappear. One brave soul decided to find out what was going on. He followed the mist into the forest and heard eerie whispers. Suddenly, he saw a figure with glowing eyes. He ran for his life but could feel the 'va' chasing him. He never told anyone what really happened that night, but his terrified face was enough to keep others indoors after sunset.
Sure. There was a Bengali horror story about an old, abandoned mansion on the outskirts of a village. People said that at night, strange noises would come from it. A young boy, out of curiosity, decided to enter the mansion one night. As he walked through the dark corridors, he felt a cold breeze. Suddenly, he saw a shadowy figure that seemed to float towards him. He ran for his life and never dared to go near that place again.
Once, I got a text from an unknown number. It just said 'I'm watching you'. I looked around my room but saw nothing. Then more texts came, 'I know what you did last night.' I was so freaked out because I had no idea what it was referring to. I blocked the number but still felt uneasy for days.
I don't have any real dildo horror stories to share. But I can imagine a fictional one. Maybe someone found a strange dildo in an old attic that seemed to have a life of its own and would move around at night, freaking out the people in the house.