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Bodmin Moor in Cornwall is a desolate and rugged place, where mists often hang over the moors, and the stones hold the stories of ancient peoples and rituals. Locals claim that **emerald eyes** appear on the moors one night. These are not the eyes of animals or humans—the gaze of something inhuman, watching anyone who dares to enter the moor after dark. Legend says that these eyes belong to a creature that has guarded the secret of the place for hundreds of years and never leaves Bodmin. ### **I** The story begins in 1847, when a young traveler and illustrator, Samuel Thorne, came to the moor to capture its wildness in his sketches. He wandered the hills and valleys, captivated by the silence that seemed to swallow every sound. One night, as he lit a small fire, he noticed a glint of light in the distance—green, pulsating, and mesmerizing. "Who's there?" he called out, but heard no response. Instead, eyes appeared closer, and in their glow, Samuel felt something strange: ...

The Tower of London is one of the most iconic landmarks in England. Its walls, towers, and moats remember centuries of kings, prisoners, and blood shed in the name of power. But no one talks about what happens there at night, when tourists leave the courtyard and the darkness becomes thick as ink. The people of London whisper about the **Keeper**, a figure who only appears when silence descends upon the walls. ### **I** The story begins in 1784. A young soldier, Thomas Redcliffe, was assigned to guard the Tower. He was proud of his task—to guard the royal treasures and the castle's secrets. But on the very first night, he felt the walls were more than just stone and brick. As night fell and the courtyard lanterns dimmed, Thomas heard something strange: whispers echoing off the walls, as if the walls remembered every step of the prisoners who had died in the castle. Strangest of all, the whispers seemed to be calling his name. “Thomas… Thomas…” they repeated. He lifted the lantern, ...

Highgate Cemetery in London is a place full of majestic tombs, ancient trees, and headstones that seem peaceful in the daylight, but at night... come alive. Londoners say that when darkness falls, the place becomes a shadow of itself, where the line between the living and the dead blurs incomprehensibly. The legend tells of a young journalist who wanted to record the cemetery's history but found himself in a place he should never have visited. Locals simply call him **The Whispering Halls**. ### **I** In 1899, a young journalist, William Hartley, came to Highgate to write a report on the Victorian tombs and the cemetery's famous inhabitants. Fascinated by the monumentality of the headstones, he wandered for hours, noting names, dates, and decorations. One night, while walking alone, he felt the cemetery more alive than ever. Somewhere among the ancient trees, he heard whispers. It wasn't the wind or the echo of his own footsteps. The whispers sounded like people talking rig...

Whitby Abbey, with its soaring ruins and views of the North Sea, was once a place of prayer and meditation. Today it stands as the monumental skeleton of a Gothic abbey, its stone walls still echoing from centuries past. But no one talks about what happens there after dark, when the sea echoes through the ruins in a way no one can explain. Locals tell the story of the **Mysterious Listener**—a person who heard the sea in the walls and whose life never returned to normal. ### **I** The story begins in 1824, when a young history student, Jonathan Cresswell, arrived in Whitby to study the abbey archives. He was fascinated by the ruins, every fragment of stone, every carving that had survived the centuries. One night, wanting to record his observations, he entered the abbey after dark. The night was calm. The sea lapped against the rocks far below the cliffs. But within the abbey walls, Jonathan heard something strange: **the sound of the sea, closer than the waves on the beach**, as if th...

Pendle Hill in Lancashire is known for its witch-related mysteries and legends. This is no ordinary hill—it's a place where the wind carries whispers of the past, and the earth remembers every step. Some locals claim that at night, they hear more than just the wind. There are voices, footsteps, and sometimes the laughter of children—even though no one has lived there for a long time. The legend tells of a house that should never have stood at the top of Pendle Hill. It was not made of stone or wood, yet its silhouette appears at night, visible only in the moonlight. People call it **The House at Pendle Hill**. ### **I** In 1693, a family, parents with two children, settled on a hill. They didn't know the place was cursed. The locals warned them: "Don't climb the peak at night." "That's just superstition," the new residents replied. The first night, the wind whistled around the house so loudly that it seemed the walls were groaning. The parents heard ...

Glastonbury is known for its misty hills, abbey ruins, and mysterious mounds, which have attracted pilgrims, mystics, and legend-seekers for centuries. But by day, the place seems peaceful, bustling with tourists and walkers. At night, however, something entirely different awakens—something that doesn't disappear with the first light of morning. The locals call them the **Shadows of Glastonbury**. These are not ordinary shadows of people or trees. They don't move naturally. The shadows that appear after dark have a will and a rhythm of their own. ### **I** The story begins in 1902. A young folklorist, Margaret Hawthorne, came to Glastonbury to record the legends and stories passed down orally by the locals. She was skeptical of the tales of ghosts and shadows that haunted the hills at night. But from the first evening, she sensed something was wrong. On that first evening, while walking toward the Tor, she noticed movement in the fog. It was neither animal nor human. The shapes...

Canterbury, with its narrow streets, cathedral, and cobbled squares, has attracted pilgrims from all over England for centuries. All came seeking redemption, a miracle, or answers to questions that haunted them. But not everyone who embarked on this journey reached their destination. Some… never returned. And legend tells of one of them, who wandered in the 14th century. He perished, or perhaps was drawn into something beyond comprehension. The locals simply call him the **Lost Pilgrim**. ### **I** He was a young man named Edward Latham. He knew no fear, no doubt. He set out from the south of England with a purse full of pennies and a heart full of hope. He wanted to reach Canterbury to fulfill a promise he had made to his mother. The first days of the journey were peaceful. The road was straight, and the landscapes were gentle. But at one point, Edward entered a forest that the locals called **Black Lung**. Inconspicuous, seemingly ordinary, yet anyone who entered it after dark never ...

Ely Cathedral in Cambridgeshire is a majestic place, with spires reaching for the sky and vaults that reflect light as if the structure itself were trying to speak to God. But there's something about this place you don't hear in the tourist guides. Something that only appears at night, when the city sleeps and the air becomes heavy and almost tangible. The locals call them the **Silent Bells**. They are not part of the official cathedral bells. No bellman tolls them. And yet, their sound fills the cathedral at night—quietly, unnaturally, as if emanating from the very air itself. ### **I** The story begins with a young organist, Thomas Radcliffe, who arrived in Ely in 1923. He was hired to play the organ during evening services. He loved the silence after the cathedral closed. He loved hearing his own footsteps echo across the stone floor. On his first night alone, something caught his attention. A faint sound echoed from behind the tower. It wasn't an ordinary bell—it was a...

Warwick Castle is a beautiful place by day, but at night… At night, it feels as if its stone throat is constricting and it stops breathing. The walls, majestic in the sunlight, become something else after dark. Heavy. Waiting. Listening. The most famous story, which waits in silence, is the legend of the **Midnight Guest**. Some say it's the ghost of one of the former guardians. Others say it's not the ghost of a human, but something that was never a guardian. One thing is certain: **He always comes at midnight. And always in silence.** ### **I** It began with a young guard, Arthur Belton, who took up employment at the castle in 1887. Arthur was proud—he had been told that the castle never sleeps, and a guard must be vigilant. He took these words seriously. Too seriously. On the very first night, he heard something strange. It was winter, snow muffled his footsteps, and the wind carried the echo of his own wailing. Arthur was standing by the north tower when he suddenly heard: ...

In Liverpool, they like to say that the harbor remembers more than it should. That the water collects the secrets of people who came here and never left. That the fog on the quayside is like a curtain—if you lift it, you'll see things no one should see. The scariest of these is the legend of the Glass-Eyed Man. Some call him the Ghost of the Harbor. Others call him the Last Witness. And the oldest sailors simply say: > "If he looks at you, it means you've seen something you couldn't see. > And then he won't let you go." ### **I** It all began in 1931, the night the *Holborn Star* returned from a long voyage, even though it shouldn't have. It had been lost at sea three years earlier. The crew was presumed dead. And yet, that day, at dawn, the ship slowly sailed into port, as if no one was steering it alive. Only one person was found on board. A man sitting on a bench next to the helm. Tall, gaunt, with a scarred face and hair so white it looked as if ...

Dartmoor is only beautiful to those who have never spent the night there. The harsh moors, the bone-like rocks rising from the earth, the cold wind that can sound like a moan. Locals say it's not a place for people who like straight answers—because nothing there is as it seems. And the most obscure is the legend of the **Girl in the Mist**. ### **I** It all began in 1896. A young cartographer, George Henshaw, set out to make accurate maps of the eastern part of the moors. He liked working alone, and he liked silence even more—he believed that only then could he hear "the earth speak its truth." That evening, the wind died down so suddenly that George immediately felt uneasy. On Dartmoor, silence is not a blessing. In silence, something is always listening. When he looked through his binoculars at the mist-shrouded hills, he saw her for the first time. A girl. Standing perfectly still. A white, slender figure with hair so light it looked like silk. He couldn't see her ...

# **11. "The Timemaker of York"—A Story of Clocks That Shouldn't Run** In the narrow streets of old York, where the city walls seem to remember every sigh and every fear, stood a clockmaker's workshop, said to never close. Not because the owner worked around the clock—but because at night, the clocks themselves **opened the door from the inside**, as if to let in the cold or invite someone you shouldn't look into the eyes of. The workshop once belonged to Thomas Wainwright—a recluse who lived over a century ago. He was known as a genius for precision mechanisms, a man who could repair any timepiece, regardless of age, damage, or movement. They said that "time obeys Thomas," but no one knew at the time how true that was. Thomas didn't repair clocks for their beauty. He fixed them, as he said, "so they'd remember." But no one understood **what exactly they were supposed to remember**. ### **I** It began one winter night when a woman dress...

# 📚 **14. "The Whisperer of the Bodleian Library" – A Very Long Horror Tale** --- ## *Prologue: England's Oldest Walls Hold the Darkest Secrets* The Bodleian Library in Oxford is one of the oldest and most revered libraries in the world. It holds over **four million** volumes. Some of them have never seen the light of day since the Middle Ages. Some of them have pages so fragile that the touch of a human hand could destroy them. But there is a book that must not be touched for an entirely different reason. Not because it's old. Not because it's valuable. But because… **it talks to people.** They call it the **Whisperer's Code**. It's not in the catalog. It's not on the shelves. And yet it keeps appearing. Sometimes on a table, sometimes in a book cart, sometimes in the hands of a terrified student who swears they can't remember picking it up. And it always begins the same way: First you hear a whisper. Then a word. And then—your name. -- # 🎓 *Cha...

# 🌉 **13. "The Passerby Under Thames Bridge Who Knows Your Name"—a very long horror story** --- ## *Prologue: London After Midnight* The Thames after midnight isn't the same as it is during the day. The water becomes smooth as glass, black as ink, silent as if afraid of its own current. The bridges—Tower Bridge, Southwark Bridge, Millennium Bridge—look like lifeless colossi whose warmth of life has long since faded. And the oldest of them, **Blackfriars Bridge**, has a sinister reputation. It's here, for over a hundred years, that people have been talking about "The Passerby." Some see him only once. Others—many times. And there are those who claim that once he sets eyes on you… …he'll always visit you. And that he knows your name, even if you never told him. --- # 🕯️ *Chapter I: Marta – Night Tour Guide* Marta Lewellyn, a thirty-year-old guide, guided tourists through the dark corners of London. She loved her job. She knew every legend, every spooky a...