supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Halloween; Kin
Happy Halloween There once was a jack-o-lantern but it wasn’t just any jack-o-lantern. Upon a farm there lived a young boy of 9 or 10 with messy hair, freckles, and a missing tooth grin. His name was Jeffrey. Of all the times of the year, Autumn was his favorite, the changing colors of the leaves, the holiday of Halloween at the end of the month, and most importantly the pumpkin carving. For you see Jeffrey was lonely, his farm was so far away from the town he rarely saw other kids his age and when he did at the school they weren’t very fond of him. But when October came around and the harvests came in he could have as many friends as he wanted. All it took was a few pumpkins and some silly faces and Jeffrey was one of the happiest kids in the world. But this year was different, just faces were not quite enough anymore so something special would be done. A single pumpkin nice and round almost perfect was selected from the harvest, it was gutted and then a gentle face was carved in it. Two oval eyes, a tiny triangle nose, and a two-toothed smile happy and kind. Jeffrey then took two sticks and like his grandfather showed him before tied them together with twine to make the frame of a scarecrow; a rather tiny one no bigger than a child. Taking one of his old shirts with a two-button collar and collared sleeves in a dusty blue color he put it on the frame stuffing it with straw and giving the scarecrow his old mittens. With his grandfather’s help, the bottom of the main stick was split in two and widened out, and tied with twine for legs. The scarecrow got some brown pants stuffed with straw and a few lengths of twined between the belt loops to keep it up. With the placement of its head, the pumpkin friend was complete and Jeffrey was happy.
By Anastasia J Cleveringa3 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Bird
“Shoo, demon bird, get off of me!” I yelled and swatted. A bird with glowing red eyes had started following me a few weeks ago, every day its visits were a little more frequent. Today was the worst so far, no matter where I went it wouldn’t leave me alone.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Horror
The Face in the Wall
Terry’s day started with the previous shift dragging Inmate Harrison from his cell. The two officers, old pros at this, had him cuffed up and held under each arm, the yard Sergeant coming behind as he manfully attempted to hold the inmates kicking legs. Sergeant Leeman wasn’t a small guy, somewhere between a bodybuilder and a sideshow strong man, and even he was having trouble keeping a hold of the struggling inmate. Harrison was six and a half feet tall and most of it was ankles and elbow. As they took him out, he was screaming loud enough to shake the cobwebs in the rafters.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Mr. Violence: 1983
38 years Later. It's the year 1983. Raphael had become a highly decorated Vietnam Vet in the Vietnam War and became a famous Psychologist. Now he has been a college professor at Victoria College in Victoria, Texas, and has been there for 3 years. He teaches English and Psychology at the university. He is well-known on campus by the students and other professors.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
Mr. Violence Vs Maniac Cop
Jimmy walks towards Cordell. Jimmy says You are an ugly son of bitch. Mcrae comes out of the building and Jimmy tells him to get the kids out of here. Jimmy pulls out his desert eagle and starts blowing holes into Cordell. Mcrae jumps in his car with the kids and drives off into traffic. Cordell pulls out his blade and walks towards Jimmy. Jimmy puts up his gun and rushes Cordell with some martial arts moves and kicks the blade out of his hand. Cordell grabs Jimmy by the leg and tosses him through the wall of the police building which is up in flames.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
A Twisted Miracle
There I am basking in the middle of bright flames, shouting and crying out loud because the only father I knew is laying in front of me, dead. I look up to the blood red dragon. I look into his eyes and I can feel the fire in his heart. The dragon looks up and lets out flames from his mouth. He kneels down towards me and he looks deep into my eyes. All of a sudden, a rampage of memories enters my consciousness and I see everything so clearly now. Penelope, my clueless mother, married a man named Phyllis. They lived in Tranquility, a mystical town. Although my mother and Phyllis were always surrounded by the unknown they’ve always had faith. They were the life of the village; everywhere they went their light radiated onto everyone they were around. They were excited and happy to live their lives together until Phyllis wanted my delightful, but weak mom to carry his child. The first time Penelope realized she was pregnant she was nervous, but grateful to please her husband with whatever he’d like. “You look so beautiful. My love.” Phyllis smiled, “Really? Even with this humongous belly of mine?” Penelope grieved, “Of course, darling.” He complimented, “You will always be the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” Penelope gave him a half smile; she couldn’t believe his words to be true. She looked in the mirror and all she saw was a fat blob. She walked away from the bathroom mirror and she headed to the kitchen. As she walked into the hall she looked down at the beautiful sleek wood floor… Then her swollen feet; she began to tear up as she stared at the blisters on her toes. She put her back against the wall and she started to bawl, “Penelope?” Phyllis jogged over towards her. She put her hands over her face, “I’m okay… Just leave me here.” She blubbered, Phyllis gently wrapped his arms around her torso. Penelope turned to Phyllis and she held him tightly. “Everything will be okay, I promise.” He expressed. After that breakdown she realized that she hated being pregnant; she disliked how it made her feel on the inside and outside. “What if I’m not a good mother?” She looked up from his chest; Phyllis caressed her curly, brown hair. “You’re going to be amazing.” He grinned, “How do you know that?” She agonized, “You are the most generous and selfless person I know… You’ll be more than amazing.” He reassured her, he grabbed her hand and led her to the dining room. “I’ll make you some vegetable soup.” Phyllis began to take out everything he needed to make the soup. While he was preparing her food Penelope started to feel drowsy; like she was moments away from passing out, “I’ll eat the soup later I’m going in the room to lay down.” She got up from their Sir Raleigh dining chair and she began to make her way to the hall. As she walked towards the bedroom she felt herself losing balance; she fell right on her stomach. “PENELOPE!” Phyllis shouted, he ran to his wife and all he saw was dark red liquid trickling down her leg. He picked her up and he carried her to their carriage.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Horror
The Shatter-Tooth Residence. Top Story - November 2022.
Living in a small town had its perks. Everyone knew everyone like a grandma knew her recipes. Yeah, people talked and sniffed around in each other’s business, but there was a sense of security knowing I was familiar with everyone around me. It was almost as if our town was an entire planet itself, astray from other worlds and completely independent. Stumbleton was home; it always had been. Yet, something stuck out like a stray hair on a stubborn kid’s head. This...this was the mold on our town’s pleasant surface. A dying rose in a field of flourishing flowers.
By Kevin B. Jones3 years ago in Horror
A cursed house with a killer ghost
My grandfather was never an inventor or a lover of lies. One day we were sitting with him after dinner, talking, and our conversation touched on the topic of the other world. I was sure that my grandfather would only laugh at me, but he remained completely serious and told me a story from his youth, which I could not get out of my head for a long time.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Horror
Something to Think About...
The mind is a strange thing, as it is not a thing at all. What is the mind if not the fragile attempt of a clump of meat to interpret the vast and complex reality around us. A fragile attempt that when disturbed can shatter into madness. Yet what is madness if not a greater understanding of reality that we simply lack the ability and context to share? Madness can be used by an observer like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, slowly creating a patchwork of understanding of our universe. When reduced to our essence we are but a feeble conscious born from the carcasses of dead stars that the great scavengers of the cosmos had not yet picked clean, attempting to discern our place in the universe? We are stardust attempting to understand the stardust of what was, what is, and what will be.
By The Coffee Ghost3 years ago in Horror
The Best 'Dracula' Film Ever Made
He’s the king of vampires. He’s been in movies, books, comics, and theatre. Hell, there’s a puppet on Sesame Street and a cereal mascot modeled after him. Let me tell you something: Count Chocula is pretty goddamn delicious. I used to eat it while watching Dracula movies. Huh. Just typing that gave me some insight into myself. Anywho, Dracula is probably the most adapted literary character in any medium. If he’s not being adapted outright, there are characters that invoke him. Whenever vampire stories are created, he’s always on the artist’s mind, whether they are influenced by him or not. In fact, Dracula has become such a staple, some people think Dracula is the first fictional vampire ever created. That distinction goes to a guy named Varney. Varney the Vampire. No. I’m not making that up.
By George A. Velez3 years ago in Horror
