supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Life, Death and the Decay
As the world now stood in ruins all around, and the dead now rising on their own; Victoria Frankenstein found herself amongst a treasure trove. Consumed by obsession with life, death and everything decay, the apocalypse had brought her obsession to a head. As a child she had grown to love everything from the ancient Egyptians to other cultures that believed in life after death and rising once more; and she was determined to find a way to not bring eternal life as others were after, but to bring the dead back to life. Victoria was an odd child no doubt, but she had her friends, nevertheless.
By Alina Anthony5 months ago in Horror
Neptune’s Shadow
In 2165, humanity established the Neptune Research Outpost, orbiting the icy gas giant to study its upper atmosphere and the mysterious magnetic anomalies detected by earlier probes. The outpost was fully automated, with a small crew of six scientists sent for periodic observation shifts.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writer5 months ago in Horror
Run Is A Sci-Fi Movie That Knows A Broken Heart Is Scarier Than Aliens by NWO Sparrow
I am so tired of watching people just be scared of aliens. It is not that the screaming and the running is not fun. It is. But after a while, it all blends together. The fear is generic. The hero is just trying to live. There is no texture to it.
By NWO SPARROW5 months ago in Horror
The Last Message in the Rain – Part 8: The Final Echo
Elara stood in the clearing, the rain now a soft drizzle, as if the storm itself had lost its fury. The house—what was left of it—lay in ruins behind her. Ashes and broken dreams were scattered across the earth, the memories of a past she’d tried so hard to escape.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Horror
The Last Message in the Rain – Part 7: Echoes of the Forgotten
The storm hadn't gone. It never truly left. If anything, it had grown fiercer, thrashing against the walls of the house like a beast trying to claw its way inside. Elara stood on the porch, the wind biting at her skin, her heart pounding with a frantic rhythm. She had broken free from the attic. She had faced the darkness, and yet, now it felt like the past was refusing to let go.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Horror
