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The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
SEASON 4 : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 7: THE FAMILY TREE The silence after the doppelgänger’s dissolution was heavier than any noise. Liam could only stare at Althea, at the dark sigil pulsing on her skin like a second, terrible heart. The air still hummed with the echo of that unwritable word, a vibration that made his teeth ache.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror
I Survived Zak Bagans Haunted Museum
Over the years, I have watched episodes of Ghost Adventures from time to time, particularly if an episode covers a location I have previously visited. On a recent trip to Las Vegas, I learned that Zac Bagans had a haunted museum there, and I thought it would be something fun to see.
By Janis Masyk-Jackson5 months ago in Horror
Chapter 2: Violet Eyed Stranger. Content Warning.
January 5, 2598 | 5:49 p.m. Friday evening After that night everything has been expeditious with the stranger. I have not been able to write since then, with trying to figure out what exactly needs to be done to keep everyone safe. Everything has revolved around the stranger in the alleyway, the man with the violet eyes. First, it is important to state what happened after he noticed me looking directly at him. He stood there in the darkness of the alley for far too long before coming out of the shadows to confront me. I must say that it was a rather strange phenomenon to be at a standstill with someone who equivalently adheres to the shadows. After he decided to make himself known, I was greeted with a pair of deep violet eyes of a man who stands at 6'2" tall. There was a specific allure he held that I vaguely remember experiencing once before back at the facility. A creature with an ethereal allure, one of unfathomable beauty unlike any other supernatural creature in existence that I had ever known. Of course I waited to introduce myself until he did. I wasn't going to risk this being some sort of trap from an unknown entity. He finally stated his name, Mors, then held out his hand to properly greet me. I couldn't do it. I couldn't take his hand whatsoever. Instead I stared at him trying to figure out if he were friend or foe. No longer caring for the silence I had bestowed upon him, Mors tilted his had as he asked if I was alright. His voice was charming, disarming, and velvety. I have to admit that his voice alone was enthralling even to me. That in itself told me that he was powerful in some aspect. Or he just has more charisma than I have. Of course I wasn't going to lie to him and tell him I was alright. Instead I let him know that it was off-putting to meet someone with such a presence as what he was exuding.
By Somniare Omnia5 months ago in Horror
Chapter 1: A Crimson Rewrite. Content Warning.
January 2, 2598 | 5:00 a.m. Tuesday morning For centuries I have watched humans kill each other in the name of religious and politic power. I have watched humans cling to the possibility of surviving those who take their freedom away, just to have that hope dashed upon the rocks of history. Once upon a time I founded a research center to help stop such things from happening. It was named World Death Intervention Research Center, or WDIRC for short. The point of the facility was to help prevent horrible, hopeless situations of every caliber. From dictators, to alien invasions. Nothing was off the table. I did not realize that there were some scientists who got greedy for knowledge had ceased power within WDIRC. Not until it was all too late. It all happened so fast. One moment I am going about business per usual, until I wasn't. Four armed guards had taken me deep into the bowels of the facility. I was sedated heavily then restrained in a hospital bed. Next thing I knew centuries began to pass by while I began to slowly starve. They didn't want me to intervene in there conquest to make weapons in the form of abilities they did not understand. I doubt they understand them presently either. My imprisonment ended when a couple of powerful subjects broke out of their confinement. From what little was left of WDIRC, they happened to destroy all the facility's fail safes in the process. Good for me at least. Reader, I promise there is a reason I am explaining all of this. It is best for you to know who is documenting everything. I find that it is easier to understand a point of view if you know a little context first. The context being that this world I have found myself in wasn't the one I had left when I was first imprisoned. After my captivity ended I found myself in a world I was unprepared for. This world is broken and rather bleak, if I am being honest. All I want presently is to find out what exactly transpired, provide assistance where I can, and restore hope for a better tomorrow. I, Somniare Omnia, refuse to let a less than desirable situation break me. Perhaps I have have lost my understanding humanity, however, I have not lost my desire to assist humans live in peace.
By Somniare Omnia5 months ago in Horror
SEASON 3 : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 5: THE BONE TASBEEH They didn't stop running until the heavy iron door of the old wing was far behind them, its darkness swallowed by the marginally lighter gloom of the main corridor. Liam slammed his body against the wall, chest heaving, sweat cooling on his skin. Althea leaned over, hands on her knees, vomiting onto the clean linoleum.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror
The Nineteenth of September
Every nineteenth of September, Samuel wakes right before dawn. The slight discomfort in his chest wakes him, the kind that makes him shift, toss, and turn in bed, searching for relief. He sometimes wonders, as he stares at the fading moonlight, if it’s because of the extra medicine Aunt May gives him the evening before. It is always bitter, chalky, and hard to swallow, but she says it’s to help him sleep soundly. He never does.
By Carla Marquez5 months ago in Horror
