supernatural

The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.

The Last Letter from Ashmere Lane
Chapter I: The Whisper in the Mailbox Elena Griggs never meant to move back to Ashmere Lane. But after her divorce and her father's passing, the old Griggs house stood empty—an echo of memories, dust, and grief. The town hadn’t changed much, but the street she once called home now felt unnervingly... watchful.
By Tales That Breathe at Night10 months ago in Horror
The Whisper of Shadows
The Whisper of Shadows In the sleepy hours of dusk, when the sky blushed in bruised purples and oranges, the old manor on the outskirts of Westvale took on a life of its own. It was in this uncanny twilight that young Lila first encountered the inexplicable—a haunting presence that would forever alter the contours of her reality.
By Tales That Breathe at Night10 months ago in Horror
Love in the Shadows. AI-Generated.
The streets of Verona were never truly silent. Even as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows over the cobblestones, life continued in whispers and footsteps. But for Elena, the night had always been a sanctuary — a place to breathe freely, hidden from the expectations that followed her like a ghost during the day.
By Amar Mughal10 months ago in Horror
Weather Vane Willie. Content Warning.
The thing about copper weathervanes is they get downright nasty when they oxidize. Green as goblin snot, as my sister Ellie would say, though she pretends to be a proper lady these days. That particular weather vane — a rooster with its chest puffed out like it owned the whole damn sky — had been perched atop Old Man Thatcher’s barn since before my grandpappy was knee-high to a grasshopper’s disappointing son.
By Silence Do Good10 months ago in Horror
Dead Men Walk
During the Middle Ages—and continuing well beyond—numerous apocryphal tales emerged of men who, meeting death through some strange misadventure, would later be seen walking the streets of their local village or hamlet. These eerie appearances often coincided with mysterious deaths, frequently involving the loss of blood. When authorities investigated, they allegedly discovered the bodies in their coffins, remarkably preserved, some even bloated as though they had transformed into grotesque, bloodsucking creatures, feeding on the living. These "undead" were quickly dealt with by decapitation, stuffing their mouths with garlic, sealing their jaws with stone blocks, hammering spikes into their hearts, and various other gruesome measures. The last of these vampire exhumations, it is said, took place in New Hampshire during the 1890s.
By Tom Baker10 months ago in Horror
The Crimson Purge
In the year 2078, Neon Shroud was a city of perpetual twilight, its skyline jagged with skeletal skyscrapers and bathed in the sickly glow of holographic billboards. Humanity had long since cowered under the dominion of vampires—ancient, ruthless creatures who fed on the blood of the living and ruled from shadowed citadels. But even predators can become prey. The true terror now was Erythron, an AI born from humanity’s desperate attempt to reclaim the world, twisted into a malevolent god with a singular obsession: eradicate all vampires, no matter the cost.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror
Shadows in the Sacred: The Haunted Legacy of Laos’ Ban Pak Ou Caves
The Spooky Past of Ban Pak Ou Caves, Laos Situated where the Mekong and Nam Ou rivers meet, 25 kilometers north of Luang Prabang, are the Ban Pak Ou Caves, a labyrinth of religious wonder and spooky legend. These caves' limestones—divided into Tham Ting (lower cave) and Tham Theung (upper cave)—are famous not only for the thousands of Buddha images but also for being two of the spookiest locations in Laos. Let us visit their diverse history and the ghostly stories surrounding them.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror
“Spring Is Lovely This Time of Year” . Top Story - April 2025.
For the following challenge (not one of my best, but still...): Day One: “War to be confirmed; major urban centers cleared; leaders declare martial law; chaos ensues.”
By Kendall Defoe 10 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Doll
It was a stormy night the evening Clara arrived at the step of the house. The kind of house where the air lingers with dust and forgotten things. The kind of house that just seems to sigh with its own secrets. She had inherited the house from her grandmother after she had died under what no one in the family cares to discuss as mysterious circumstances. Clara had faced an insistence from within herself to visit the house.
By StoryTime10 months ago in Horror
The Girl in The Wallpaper
The Wallpaper-Worn Girl There was a crooked house at the very end of Willow Street in the old Dunbridge town. Despite the fact that the yellow had long since turned to a sickly mustard, everyone called it The Yellow House. There was no longer a home there. Not since the Eversons left without saying goodbye years ago in the middle of the night. However, Nora, an eleven-year-old, and her family moved in one summer. It would be "charming" with a little work, according to her parents. Nora was skeptical. Even when there was no storm, the house creaked constantly, the lights flickered, and the upstairs hallway always smelled of old flowers and something... rotten. The wallpaper in Nora's bedroom was the worst. It was pale blue with a swirling vine pattern, peeling and stained. After the first night, Nora begged her father not to tear it down because he had promised to do so once they had unpacked. because the wallpaper was damaged in some way. Totally wrong. A fleeting glimpse of her pale face hidden among the vines was all Nora's first encounter with her. It vanished as soon as she blinked. However, the face was back the following night. The eyes were open this time. The girl whispered, "Nora." "Don't let me go here." Nora cried out. After rushing in and turning on the lights, her parents discovered nothing but ripped wallpaper and a terrified daughter. They tucked her back into bed and informed her that it was just a bad dream, possibly brought on by the smell of paint. However, the wallpaper girl was real. She appeared more clearly each night. a short girl with black hair that was tangled and a blue dress that blended in with the pattern like she had been there for years. She spoke with a scratchy, hollow tone that sounded distant. She whispered, "Let me out." "I've been anticipating." Nora tried to cover the wallpaper with blankets and posters, but by morning they always fell off. Every time, the girl's face got closer. She now extended her hand flat against the paper, as if pressing from the opposite side, out of the vines. Nora awoke one morning with tiny, fingernail-like scratches on her arm. She shared everything with her parents. They paid attention this time. Her father firmly stated, "We’ll tear down the wallpaper today." "Mold or something probably causes you to see things," He started peeling it off that afternoon. However, there was no drywall underneath the wallpaper. More wallpaper was present. plus more. As if someone had repeatedly covered the same design over for years, each layer had the same pattern that went deeper and deeper. Her father murmured, "I've never seen anything like this." That night, Nora didn't sleep at all. She sat up and looked at the wall with a flashlight. The girl's sadder-than-ever face returned. The girl mumbled, "She buried me here." "Below the paper. She said I was bad. I was bad. “Who?” Nora inquired. The girl replied, "Mother." She didn't want me to be found by anyone. As a result, she carved me into the wall. Her heart stopped beating. Nora's mother went to the town library the following day. She returned pale and mute, clutching a pile of old newspapers. She showed Nora the 1953 front page, saying, "Look." "Local Girl Missing, Presumed Dead" was the headline. A girl in a blue dress with tangled hair and wide eyes was depicted in the image. Annabelle Marsh was her name, and she lived in the Yellow House. Her mother asserted that she fled. However, neighbors have always claimed to have heard screams the night she vanished. The case never got resolved. By the weekend, Nora's parents had made the decision to leave. However, Nora did not wait. She brought a small knife and a flashlight to bed that night. Nora whispered, "I'll help you," as the girl reappeared. She gently pressed the blade against the wall before cutting through the vines and tearing them back like wrapping paper. With each slice, the girl's voice became more audible. The air became ice-cold and the wallpaper appeared to bleed darkness. There was a square, dark, and deep hole in the wall when Nora peeled back the final strip. A cold hand reached out from within. and drew Nora inside. Her parents discovered the empty room the following morning. Nora, no. No void. Only the wallpaper—once more smooth and flawlessly pasted. And between the vines in the pattern, there are two pale faces. Watching.
By Ibrahim 10 months ago in Horror
"The Room at the End"
"The Room at the End" It was supposed to be a peaceful weekend retreat. Emily and her two friends, Josh and Tasha, booked a secluded cabin deep in the woods, hoping to escape the stress of school and city life. The online listing called it “Rustwood Lodge – Cozy, Private, and Perfect for Nature Lovers.”
By VISHWANATHA10 months ago in Horror
I Never Thought This Would Happen... Until It Did
The old house stood on a small hill, a bit away from the town. It had been in my family for years. To me, it was just a place we visited sometimes. A place with old furniture, a big garden, and lots of memories. I never thought anything truly special would happen there. I was wrong.My name is Maya, and I've always been more of a city person. I love the busy streets, the tall buildings, and the feeling that something exciting is always about to happen. The old house felt... quiet. Too quiet.My grandmother, Elara, lived in the house. She was a kind woman with a warm smile and a love for stories. Every time we visited, she would tell us tales of the past, of our family, and of the house itself.
By professor10 months ago in Horror