EERIE WHISPERS

“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.” – Edgar Allan Poe

Urban Legends

They’re just eerie horror stories told around the campfire, right? Or are they?

Supernatural Killers

Does evil live in the heart, or does it come from somewhere else?

Occult Artifacts

It is a thing of dark beauty, unique, loved, special…and cursed?

When you think of childhood, what do you picture? Are there images of light and laughter? Of music and childish revelry? Most kids are drawn to the sunshine, but not me. No, I have long found solace in eerie horror stories lurking behind half-closed doors. For as long as I can remember, I have been drawn to the macabre, the unexplained, the sometimes unmentionable. What does the quiet creak of a floorboard in the dead of night signify? Was that soft voice calling my name real, or just a figment of an overactive imagination? I firmly believe there’s more out there than we fully understand.

Eerie Whispers was born from that lifelong obsession with things that go bump in the night, and is the central hub of The Archivist’s Web. Here, the line between fact and fiction doesn’t just blur, sometimes it disappears altogether. This is the dark and spectral home of eerie horror stories on urban legends, cursed dolls, and killers who claim to have been possessed. But this is more than just a collection of eerie horror stories. This is a sanctuary for those lost souls who, like me, walk willingly into the dark. This is a place where the macabre is cherished, not just tolerated or even feared. So come dear reader, lean in close and put your ear to the door. Do you hear them? The whispers are waiting.

The Archivist’s Web

Explore the website to your dark heart’s content, and when you’re ready for more, welcome to The Archivist’s Web. This is a network of sites developed by yours truly for all those children of the night out there. Step forward, if you dare.

Eerie Silence

Explore abandoned places and forgotten memories.

Lantern & Blade

The Victorian Era: imperial, imposing, and dangerous.

Eerie History

Medicine doesn’t always heal, sometimes it haunts.

Blacke Arts

There’s nothing quite like the darkness of the written word.

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