supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Willy B. is a Deadman!
A single light was flickering, while all others were out. The roof of the box car was ripped up. The snow from outside was roaring in. Inside the damaged boxcar were five bodies. The bodies were broken and dead. However underneath a steel pillar, rose a sixth body. The large and built man was breathing heavy. He had wiped blood off of his face, unknown if it was his or not. He had no idea where he was. He had no memories of his name or what horrible fate had led him into this mess.
By Rudy Gonzalez Jr3 years ago in Horror
Summer Out At My Grandparent.... Or So I Thought.
To start out this story, my name is Aspen and I’m a 20-year-old female from central Alberta, Canada. My grandparents own a farm that they build together and grew together there, having 6 children 3 boys and 3 girls, my 2 uncles were born first being twins, my mom was born next, her sister next, and the second set of twins last, a boy and a girl. There was 10 years between the first set of twins and the second. Nanna and Poppa were young when they got married and started their family, Poppa’s family had gifted the farm to them as a wedding present, 100 acres of land with nothing on it. As well as 50 cows gifted from Poppa’s uncle. Right after the wedding they got right to work building a house that would hold the family they wanted, and a barn to hold the equipment for farming the land and taking care of the cattle. It took about 2 years to complete the building of both the house and barn. The house was magnificent for the time, 2 stories with a basement and part of it being a cold storage. A large kitchen made for Nanna to do all her cooking and baking in, a spacious sitting room for when company came over and for the children to grow up in, 2 bedrooms and a bathroom all on the main floor. On the second floor was all bedrooms, 6 rooms all made up, one of the rooms was made up to be an office like room for all the paperwork and important papers Nanna and Poppa kept.
By The Unlucky Wanderer3 years ago in Horror
Supernatural things that happen around you
Before I said THAT I do not believe in ghosts, maybe I have not seen, but I have been growing up, there are a lot of weird things happened to me, now I still believe in ghosts and gods, but at least believe it is better than not.
By Eamonn Davies3 years ago in Horror
Spooky Happenings in Arkansas
The Crescent Hotel and Spa is located in the crest of West Mountain in the town of Eureka Springs. Eureka Springs is home to natural bubbling springs thought to have healing powers in the 1800s. This huge white granite five-story hotel resembles a very large French chateau. A massive fireplace dominates its extensive lobby. The dining room can feed 500 people at one time. Outside there are 26 acres of lawns, gazebos, lovely gardens and tennis courts making this resort hotel popular with wealthy people.
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Horror
A Mind Trip
Waking up to an empty train car felt strange. Unfamiliar, as she tried to grasp for the familiar it was gone. She was alone with no knowledge of her purpose or being. When some thing starts chasing you by instinct you run. She saw a figure in white. Leaving all thought and confusion behind. She ran to the next car. Letting the door slide behind her.
By Dany Jean-Pierre3 years ago in Horror
Family Ties
We found a locked metal box in the basement of my grandmother’s house. I’m sure grandma probably forgot it was even there. Neither of us had ever seen this box before, which was strange since she took pride in displaying her extensive collection of random items throughout her house. Why did grandma keep this locked box hidden away in the basement? We had no clue. There were so many questions, but unfortunately, she was no longer around to answer them.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Horror
No lifeguard on duty
All day it had been hot. The beach was crowded, sticky, stifling—like most places with too many people. You wandered through the day in a daze, agreeing with your companions and drinking ale as blonde as the seabirds perched on the pier. Some of the heat had evaporated with the evening, but your brow was still damp as the dusk sunk into a deep blue. One of your companions, Grant, complained that you should have bought the good-looking brunette at the bar a second round. She smiled at you and made good conversation, and her hair moved over her shoulders like sea foam across the ocean’s surface. You didn’t tell Grant what happened when you turned away for only a moment—how she had gone, how a seabird sat in her place. It cocked its head at you and squawked queerly. You could have sworn you recognized its eyes.
By Argyle Oswalt3 years ago in Horror
The Last Train to Nowhere
The somber sounds of music can be heard as the darkness of my vision begins to clear around me. Shapes can be seen as small balls of light bounce from both sides of the room. The music is familiar, it's eerie tune echoing in the canals of my ears.
By A.M Cooper3 years ago in Horror
