supernatural

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

Family Secrets
As humans, we have a built-in mechanism that prevents most of us from committing horrific acts, which once set in motion, can never be reversed. This moral compass, aka our conscience, is nature’s way of keeping us in line. Unfortunately, as we all know, there are those among us who either lack the ability to differentiate between right and wrong, or simply don’t care one way or the other. Such was the case for a heartless killer whose misdeeds quite literally came back to haunt him.
By Tales from the Shadowlands3 months ago in Horror
MY MOTHER IN LAW AND HER SNAKE FINAL PART
My body never stopped being weak, I called my friend from the village and told him about it. You better go to church Asiphile, prayers might help you - said my friend. No I'll just ask my wife for some money and go to the doctor -i said.
By Yanda Mbali3 months ago in Horror
The Echo in the Attic
Prologue: The First Scratch It began not with a bang, but with a scratch. A faint, dry scraping, like a fingernail dragged over old wood. It came from the attic, directly above my bed, every night at 3:07 AM.
By Ahmed Abdeen3 months ago in Horror
The Sound Beneath the Door
It started one night when the wind didn’t sound like wind anymore. It hummed low, like a voice trying not to wake someone.
By AFC3 months ago in Horror
The Town That Forgot Its Name
The first thing Thomas noticed when he arrived was the silence. Not the comfortable kind of quiet you find in small country towns, but the kind that feels deliberate—like the air itself was holding its breath. The sign at the edge of town was blank, its paint peeled and faded, only the wooden post still standing.
By Modhilraj3 months ago in Horror
Room 306
The Desert Pine Motel sat on the side of a forgotten highway, its neon sign flickering between red and dead. Travelers only stopped there when they had no choice—when their cars broke down or the night stretched too long and empty. The rooms were cheap, the paint chipped, and the silence too heavy.
By Modhilraj3 months ago in Horror
The Mirror That Knows Your Thoughts
It started with whispers. Not loud ones, not even clear—just faint murmurs that seemed to crawl through the room whenever Emily stood in front of her new antique mirror. She had bought it at a flea market in a small coastal town, drawn to its dark wooden frame carved with swirling ivy and strange symbols. The seller, an old woman with pale eyes, had smiled when Emily admired it.
By Modhilraj3 months ago in Horror
Isle of Serpents
Nathairden House materialised out of the crepuscule like a pale spectre, and I, Frederick Lewis, was struck by its singularity. Visibility this evening is dismal due to a griseous miasma coating the entirety of the surrounding marshland.
By Angela Goldsmith Author @Waterstones3 months ago in Horror
Tales of the Unexplained
We all know that mannequins are manufactured objects that are not, and have never been, flesh and blood. They don’t possess souls, hearts or brains and cannot, under any circumstances function on their own. Now that we have that out of the way, the following story involves a series of encounters a young woman allegedly had with unidentified beings that, for all intents and purposes, appeared to be living mannequins.
By Tales from the Shadowlands3 months ago in Horror
Bloodred Metamorphosis
Drip, drip, drip. That fucking faucet. Fuck it. Drip, drip, drip. The marching cadence for my descent inward provided an almost four-to-the-floor backbeat for my transformation.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Horror
The Ghosts of Waverly Hills Sanitorium
In 1910, at the onset of a deadly tuberculosis epidemic, Waverly Hills Sanatorium was established in Louisville, Kentucky. The original intention of the facility had been to offer care and treatment to those infected with the highly contagious disease. What the institution ultimately became, for many, was a prison from which they would never escape, at least, not while they were still living.
By Tales from the Shadowlands3 months ago in Horror
The House That Waited for Winter
Elliot Crane didn’t plan to stop that day. He had been driving aimlessly through the Vermont countryside, the late November air thin and gray, searching for something he couldn’t name. The trees stood bare, skeletal, and the sky had that flat white color that promised snow.
By Modhilraj3 months ago in Horror