supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Haunted Photograph
It was a dreary day in Istanbul, and I was walking through the streets trying to keep myself dry from the persistent rain. As I walked past an antique shop, something caught my eye in the window display. It was an old photograph, black and white, of a family sitting together in front of a fireplace. There was something eerie about the picture that I couldn't quite put my finger on, but I couldn't stop looking at it.
By Egecan Turan3 years ago in Horror
My brother is the same. Content Warning.
My brother is the same as me, his surname is Zeng, his name is Chao, my name is Yue. What my dad and my uncle gave us both was "transcendence". It means that no matter in what aspect, I am superior to my brother, my brother is more than me, my brother is as thin as me, but he is very black, I am very white, my brother's aunt said that we are "black and white". My brother and I are very naughty, but he is very clever, every time grandpa, grandma, or aunt called him, as long as he is in, all "hey" a sound, and then ran over. Last year, my brother went to the army, the family sent him off for dinner, I went to the eye is red. When my brother saw that I was unhappy, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Why are you so unhappy?" I just smiled and said "it's okay" and went to play hide-and-seek with my two ignorant sisters, actually pretending to be for everyone, and I secretly cried in the bathroom. My brother is a soldier in Zouping, said that it is very close to Zhangdian, but because of the study tension, I can not go to see my brother, I feel very sorry. I just called my brother several times, and he said that the training was very hard. I miss my brother very much, and I want to say a lot of words with my brother that will never be finished. Later, a good news came from my father, saying that my brother was chosen by the army because of his good performance, and went to the military district as a guard. I was very happy and proud of my brother. Although this is very good news, it will be more difficult for me to visit him, because I have less time, so I will have less opportunity to see my brother. Fortunately for me, "May Day" holiday is coming, our big family are going to see Ji 'nan brother, on the way, I think brother changed? After we came to Jinan, just to the gate of the military area, I saw my brother standing there, we went into the room to talk in detail, I mostly understand. Brother here performance is very good, every time the police protection commander sent him to, I think brother good prestige, and bodyguard like, now he and the army before he simply can not compare, he used to be thin, now standing in front of us. My brother looked so big, he had never looked like this before. My brother is no longer the man he used to be. He is a soldier.After Grandpa died, Grandma also left the Three Lions Village to go elsewhere with her aunt. A few weeks ago, my father, uncle and I came back to sweep the graves of grandpa and grandma. At this time, the village of Three Lions has also changed a lot. There are fewer Guanyin statues in the light cave of Sanshi Village Park, and the black hole is not as cold as I remember. The hillside in front of the three Lions' house was moved to a concrete road, and several houses were built on the main road. The stream is still so clear, but there are no snails and mussels inside. Back to the house I used to live in, now managed by my former friend. The guard of the big yellow dog does not seem to know me, only quietly let me touch its head, even my childhood friends also look at me, as if they do not know. Ah, Three Lions Village! Why has this beautiful little village become so urban? Why is this three Lion village so strange to me? In my memory, my three lion village is not like this: in spring, birds sing and flowers, the earth returns to spring, the bamboo forest behind Xiao Chun's home sends out bursts of charming fragrance, and lovely small bamboo shoots drill out of the soil. When the wind blows, the bamboo leaves rustle. The stream is frozen, like a child galloping forward joyfully. The three Lions Park on the mountains all over the flowers, that red like fire, lilacs petite sweet. Butterflies fly around the flowers. This perfect scene is more beautiful than Qi Baishi's landscape painting! In summer, my grandparents went to work in the fields. My cousin and I went to the swimming pool of the Three Lions Park happily, and after swimming, we went to the black hole to enjoy the air conditioning of nature. This black hole, what a comfort! This air conditioner is making me shiver. I miss the Three Lions Village in autumn. Autumn is cool, the harvest season. My grandparents harvested the rice. We don't go to the back hill to knock chestnuts and dates. When grandpa and grandma finished work, we would stuff the dates into their mouths. The roasted chestnuts at night are delicious. In winter, in the Three Lion village of pink makeup and jade, ice is hanging under every roof beam, shining, and every tree has become a beautiful ice sculpture. How beautiful it is! My village of Three Lions, I miss you
By Brandy Brown3 years ago in Horror
Is It Is True That My Mom Is Going To Die Because Of Teresa Fidalgo
Is it true that my mom will die because of Teresa Fidalgo The Complete True Story It is like asking “Is white walker will overtake this world?” This is a complete fiction story made in 2014, it has no reality and most of the people find it very much a false ghost story. As it is said “Everyone is going to die, even your mom, but not because of this ghost story”
By Intelligent Creator3 years ago in Horror
The sun rose slowly
The sun rose slowly along the horizon, emitting a dazzling light that shone brightly on the patches of green crops along the country path. The air in the country is unusually fresh in the morning. Wipe the sleepy eyes, stretch, look at the pleasant scenery in the distance, make people feel refreshed, you can harvest the vitality needed for a day. The work is never done. Four days have passed since I went to the countryside. Every day to a lot of "websites, one article from the life experience of teammates, but also staring at the computer all day, constantly revise and publish, really very boring, very boring! Through the window, watching the scenery outside, just the sunshine, vibrant plants, make people relaxed and happy. There's a wonderful world out there. I'm going to have a look. So, I decided to put down the work at hand, with a relaxed and happy mood, step on the steps, to watch the different scenery outside. Came to a classroom, fifth grade students are in class. They sat in the position one by one, under the leadership of the teacher, read the poem aloud, the voice is extremely loud. Looking at a young smiling face, it is so natural, as if I saw myself in the past, I can't help but recall, think of my childhood, and the corners of my mouth can't help but rise slightly. Childhood is how wonderful, at that time we are so innocent, carefree ah! Work is important, but don't just focus on work and ignore the scenery along the way. It is time for us to know how to steal some leisure in the busy, stop from time to time, look at the people and things around us, leave some good memories for ourselves, and don't let ourselves leave any regrets.You know what it's like to jump off a building? Haha, in fact, it is a kind of weightlessness, a heartbeat. Don't think I'm very experienced, I don't jump buildings, although there are emotions in life, but never think of "death". Life is only once, must cherish! I felt "dead" that day, which is a bit of an exaggeration, probably because the legend of the jump plane is too exaggerated. It was the first time I took a jump plane (18 years old art exam, a year ago), that night was quite bold, I felt nothing to be afraid of. Just rise to feel nothing, slowly side with the scream, the opposite teacher smiled to take pictures of us, then gesture to take pictures, and then the side is still screaming, but I can not make a sound, the heartbeat, unspeakable..... The first time to take the jump plane did not have a violent reaction, but felt the heartbeat! Then go to the playground and face the jump machine during the day, maybe during the day more rational, actually a little afraid, especially cherish the life, queue in advance actually felt the kind of heartbeat, so, I became the audience, to help them take pictures, but all spent, at that moment to understand why the teacher gave us. The picture doesn't have that hand gesture. I'm happy to be playing Heartbeats at 18. Jumpers, roller coasters, pirate ships. Playing these heartbeat games, I have a secret, that is: the key moment to close your eyes! Ha-ha. This age group play heartbeat is also very good, but I still think to cherish life, safety first! Money can buy a heartbeat but not a life. There is only one time, there is no next life, so live this life well.
By Claudia Hendershot3 years ago in Horror
The Thrill of Terror. Content Warning.
For centuries, humans have been captivated by the spine-tingling sensations that horror experiences evoke. Whether through literature, film, or immersive attractions, the horror genre has a unique ability to tap into our deepest fears and push the boundaries of our comfort zones. In this essay, we will delve into the allure and impact of horror experiences, examining the psychological factors that make them both terrifying and exhilarating. From the anticipation and suspense to the adrenaline rush and the lingering effects, the horror genre offers a complex and unforgettable journey into the depths of human emotion.
By Yousef Saleem3 years ago in Horror
Manananggal
Manananggal Myth Deep within the rich tapestry of Philippine folklore, the manananggal myth stands as one of the most chilling and captivating tales. Stemming from the annals of Philippine culture, this mythical creature has long fascinated locals and outsiders alike with its distinct lore and bone-chilling characteristics. In this article, we delve into the enigmatic world of the manananggal, exploring its origins, physical attributes, behavior, and its place within Filipino society and popular culture.
By Mister Bix3 years ago in Horror
Echoes of Shadows
In the mystical town of Ravenswood, where ethereal woods whispered secrets, the moon wove its enchanting glow, painting a tapestry of light and shadow that defied explanation. It was within this otherworldly realm that a young maiden named Emily found herself inexplicably drawn to a weathered mansion, its timeworn walls concealing untold mysteries. Haunting tales and restless spirits swirled through the townsfolk, casting an ominous shadow of fear upon their vulnerable hearts. Yet, Emily's insatiable curiosity burned like a flame, surpassing the trepidation that sought to hold her captive.
By Mohammad Imran3 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Ravenswood Manor
In the heart of the mist-shrouded woods, amidst the gnarled branches and swirling fog, stood the dilapidated Ravenswood Manor. Its decaying façade and overgrown gardens were a stark contrast to its former grandeur. Whispers of the manor's dark history echoed through the surrounding village, as tales of an ancient curse spread fear and trepidation among its inhabitants.
By Chilling Tales3 years ago in Horror
WAR: Angels and Demons
In the celestial realm, a timeless battle raged on between two powerful forces—the angels of light and the demons of darkness. The conflict had been simmering for eons, each side vying for dominion over the mortal world. The harmony and balance of the universe hung in the balance as the war escalated to unprecedented levels.
By Andrew Mwase3 years ago in Horror
