supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Last Human Thing
Have you noticed how many people die of cancer in Stephen King stories? It’s not a coincidence. The Master of Horror knows his field. King’s mother died of uterine cancer, so he knows whereof he speaks. If I was going to have one thing in common with Stephen King, I’d have rather had his book sales. But there we go.
By Nico Reznick3 years ago in Horror
The Shrine
Percy’s khaki, 1990 Volvo shook and sputtered laboriously as it made its way up one of the many winding hills of Bloomfield road. It wasn’t late, but it was dark. The overhanging trees blackened the road to the point that only the yellow lines were visible through the wobbling headlights. Two tall, cylindrical speakers sat duct-taped to the dash – bulky, white Hewlard Packards we had secretively stolen from the high-school computer lab. They weren’t great, but they were far better than the Volvo’s stock-speakers. Plus, they had an auxiliary chord that could connect to the Zune – our prized music-playing device. Percy scrolled through his collection of music – one hand on the wheel, the other on the Zune – as the car swerved across the middle lane and back to the right side of the road. He finally settled on Smashing Pumpkins. Cracked through the better, though still imperfect HP speakers, Billy Corgan’s voice rang through the Volvo, out the windows, and into the otherwise silent night. We sang along with him:
By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Horror
The Last Jack O Lanterns
George looked down at the smashed gourds and wondered who could have possibly done such a thing. His father had grown pumpkins in this field for generations, and nothing like this had ever happened. The Fontnoirs had five hundred acres, half of which were just for pumpkins. The East field had been set aside for pumpkin growth, and the jack-o-lanterns on the fence posts around the field had been smashed to bits. Laying in the road, they appeared to have been left as a warning. It wasn't many, maybe fifteen gourds in all, but Daddy looked worried.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Ghost Town
Where the hell am I? I blink as the town before me comes into view through the fog like a bad omen. From the tree line driving in, I can tell that it is average size but nothing spectacular; the apartment complexes in the center are among the biggest buildings there and they don’t look bigger than three stories or so. On the west side, I can see little settlements of suburban homes, roads leading through them, circling into cul de sacs like a 1950s suburbia. On the east side seems to be the residential area where the business happened: banks, restaurants, shops of all kinds. The tallest building is a cathedral of some kind in the middle with a big clock in the side, with the arrow hands showing the time of 12:15.
By Thomas Horan3 years ago in Horror
Trick Or Treat
Chapter One “It was October 31st2018 The Halloween of “2018” and there was this Big Beautiful Home on The Hill it was a Beautiful Home owned by very sweet Nice and Friendly Neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Woodman and The only Big Beautiful Home on a Hill on Hallows Avenue...?”
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 15
There was one story I heard a long time ago, that I honestly don't know really happened or not. It is a very sad story, to begin with, but I will try to do it justice and recount it to the best of my memory. You have been warned, and I will not judge you should you decide to stop reading here. For those more curious souls, I will continue.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Halloween: ReBorn
20 Years After Halloween Ends. A group of college kids are partying in the Haddonfield Cemetary on Oct 30, 2042, A outsider name Abby Loomis who is deep into witchcraft decided to bring Corey Cunnigham back from the dead to kill the college kids who have tormented her and abused her. The Town has forgotten all about Micheal Myers but Corey Cunningham is a different breed of a killer and he is not Micheal Myers or a wannabe.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 13
Jim and Lois had been driving all day. They were traveling cross-country from their home in Pittsburgh to visit Lois's ailing Great-Aunt Ida in Santa Fe. Sure, they could've flown (it certainly would have been quicker) but Jim had a crippling fear of flying. Both of them figured a little road trip would be fun; it gave them a chance to unwind upon the open road, and get reacquainted with each other. Although they had been married for almost five years now, neither of them recently seemed to have the time to just sit down and talk anymore with their individual busy schedules.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
The Green Guardian
"Hey, Sarge, look." Hank looked up from his phone and saw that one of the Inmates had raised a scarecrow in front of the leaf pile they'd been making. He was unsurprised to find that it was Jasper. Jasper had always been more of a talker than a worker, and today it was clear that his rake hadn't seen much use. He had come across an old green button-up shirt and stuffed it with leaves, making the body bulge oddly. He'd put a sack head on top to complete the ugly golem and drawn a crude scarecrow face on the front. The whole works had been stuck on top of a broken rake handle and stuck in the ground before the ever-growing leaf pile. It hung there like a silent guardian as the inmates raked their piles closer and closer to the growing mound.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
