supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Cowfield
Timothy Montgomery Born September 2, 2043 Died October 13, 2054 “Muuhhhhhhhhh!” I always screamed so pathetically in my last days. I spent the last few years of my life that way – mooing and shrieking like some sort of domesticated, bovine ape. I knew the cow fields bordering Abry were dangerous – my mother had always made me well aware of that – but I couldn’t help running around out there, in those open spaces. I had to get away from the smog – the muggy, toxic goop of that unnaturally shifting city. The relatively big sky allowed me to breathe; my chest contracted and retracted with pleasure when I was there, as if at least relieved.
By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Horror
The husband who was replaced
My husband disappeared six months ago. One day he just went to work and never came home. This event shocked all the neighbors, because this has never happened in our quiet suburb surrounded by white lace fences. The police launched an investigation; a neighborhood watch went around the neighborhood, but no one found a single clue that could clarify what had happened to him. Our families struggled in vain with grief. Not so long ago, the last posters with the inscription "wanted" with my husband's face disappeared, torn down, or buried under new ads. The police contacted me less and less, and gradually the calls stopped. I have accepted a new reality. No matter how difficult it was, I admitted that my Martin would never come back.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Horror
My horror stories
Albany Street I grew up in Vermont Park village in Antipolo City, Philippines. My childhood was full of incomprehensible memories I remember. Our home back then was a bungalow style straight house. with a more than a 1000sqm lot. We are not rich it was just a company owned property where my father works up until this time. Before I was born or maybe I'm a baby, there was an earth element, like a fairy but male. We call it "engkanto", as my mom described, it was wearing an all white suit and extremely handsome. Every night for few months, my mom sees it standing outside our house several meters away, and when midnight strucks while my mother and father are sleeping, my mom will suddenly awaken and she'll feel numbness all of her body. She cannot move here head or hands, she couldn't even speak to ask help to my father. The only thing she can do is move her eyes, while the front door will open by itself, then she hear footsteps coming and the bedroom door will open by itself also and the "engkanto" moves closer to my mom. And it will force himself on my mom, it's just like having sex but with clothes on as per my mom. It happened every night for months. Until suddenly it stops, good thing that it was not like the other "engkantos" rumored that when after forcing itself on the victim, the woman will be pregnant but without child inside the womb and it eventually will die. It is scary to think, but somehow it was gentle to my mother because if not, maybe I wouldn't be here on earth haha.
By Juan Miguel3 years ago in Horror
Blue Moonlight Part Fifteen: A Wedding and a Secret
Emily: Elania dragged me into a makeshift hut, dunking me in a tub of water. Scrubbing me aggressively she ripped off my tattered outfit. Aggressively brushing my hair, my ears flattened with irritation. My tail tucking in between my legs, Jean was getting dragged in another direction. Rolling my eyes, my teeth gritted together. My fang busted through my bottom lip, Elania gingerly wiping the blood off of my bottom lip. Helping me out, she dried me off after washing my hair. Sitting me down on a stump, she twisted my hair into a complicated braid. Sliding a black silk gown over my head, she tightened the embroidered corset. Sliding on my boots, her slender hand painted my lips. Placing a crown of red roses on top of my head, a question gnawed at me. Why was she not saying anything? Why was my stomach doing a million flips?
By Brittany Mitchell3 years ago in Horror
Sitting in the Dark
It is a very particular type of person who sits in the dark, who turns and runs towards that from which others shudder away in abject fear. It is the shared saga of the hero and the villain. When the dark becomes more comfortable than the light. To the uninitiated, one living in fear will act out of fear and drive out all light from their life such that each day is another level descended into Hell. Each step further from the light of love and all things wholesome. Clinging to the faintest whispers of love; the ecstasy of passion, control, and affirmation. Eventually the excess of searching for light to fill the black hole of their hearts consumes all who enter in and even the sun is pulled into this vortex of voracious vexation. Life itself is bemoaned and all that is revealed are the smoking ashes of a once great life self-imploded by the ghosts of fear in their head.
By Daniel L. Bacon3 years ago in Horror
A Sunday Stroll
Hatham thought he must be the only man in town to notice the streets grew emptier each day. As he walked along, his grandson’s hand in his, he did not wonder why. He already knew. It was the way of things: kids grew up and left the nest, running off to the city to live in luxury. His own daughter had married local; he’d always regretted that for her. She should have moved off somewhere. Kingsport, or Roanoke. Or even Wytheville would have been enough. This town had no future, and Hatham would know.
By Hunter Wilson3 years ago in Horror
Black Site 7
I'm in the wind, I'm sure I'll be dead by tomorrow, but I need to let people know this thing is loose. I'm an agent with the United States Government, and my station is Black Site 7. I won't tell you my name, it would probably be useless to you, but this was not how I saw my life going. I spent 6 years in Iraq, signed up right after high school. It was nothing like the recruiter told me it would be. I spent eight years in the blistering heat. I hauled my fair share of comrades out of firefights and saw a lot of shit over there that would make ordinary people go crazier than I might be. I've had camel spiders crawl on me while I sleep, watched friends I've known since basic get decapitated through binoculars, burned houses full of insurgents and civilians to rubble, and a lot of other things I don't like to think about. When I was done, they gave me my papers, thanked me for my service, and sent me home.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Are Psychic Abilities Real?
Who is not interested in the phenomena of ghosts, poltergeists and other paranormal subjects? The only problem is most of the events around the subject turn out to be hoaxes and elaborated tricks and scams planned by “talented” charlatans. But what if some of the phenomena are not exactly hoaxes and there is some substance to the subject? Would you believe it or would you let your brain trick you into denial?
By Vivek Kumar Singh3 years ago in Horror
The evil spirit from the painting
It was in the fall of 2007; I had just moved from the village to the city; I inherited a very nice 3-room apartment. I really liked everything about it, except for one place, in my bedroom opposite the bed, the wall was completely bare. This annoyed me terribly. I decided to drop by the nearest furniture store after work and buy a mirror.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Horror
MR. Violence Vs Dracula 2
ANTONY WAS NEVER EVIL HE ONLY KILLED THE PEOPLE THAT DESERVED IT, BUT IT CHANGED OVER TIME. THE ORIGIN OF DRACULA AND ANTONY WAS AT THE BEGINNING OF A.D. THE MAN FROM THE TAVERN NAMED VINCENT AND TELLS DRACULA THERE IS A VISITOR IN TOWN AND HIS NAME IS SEAN WALLACE IS HERE ON THE KING’S ORDERS TO UNCOVER THE TRUTH ABOUT OUR TOWN AND HE HAD TO DELIVERED FOOD AND SUPPLIES AND ANTONY SAYS HE HAS HEARD ABOUT THIS RAPHEAL JAMESON AND THEY CALL HIM THE KING OF THE SEA.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
