supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Dead and Dryad
Pain was the first thing that Eliyana noticed as she began to regain consciousness. Her mind started to drift back from the weightless void in which it had been wandering and into her bruised, almost broken body. Searing light flooded her sensitive pupils as she blinked gingerly. After so long in the darkness of her closed lids, her eyes needed a moment to adjust, if only to the dim light of dusk as it swallowed the sun on the horizon.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist4 years ago in Horror
Scam
Back when the most known scam was the email from the Nigerian prince, scams used to be easy to identify. While some less savvy internet users fell prey to the ruse, most people saw it as a meme representing ridiculousness. Then scammers learned finesse, and they mixed it up. They plotted a myriad of ways to part innocents from their money. They profiled the dupes who readily gave their life savings. Old people. Baby boomers. Our grandparents and parents. Those self-assured, tough-as-nails people that once collectively saved the world. They were the perfect victims, overconfident in their ability to spot a charlatan and naïve to the dangers of new technologies. Melissa’s mother was a boomer. Just ignorant enough to fall for the shady assholes every damned time. Over and over, she’d tell her mother not to respond to any email or text soliciting help or offering a great investment opportunity. Over and over, sure she could recognize a criminal; her mom had taken the bait. Name a scam, her mother fell for it, until none of her savings was left.
By JD Gallegly4 years ago in Horror
Midnight Train To…
RUMBLE. JOLT. SMACK. “Ahrg!” I woke up with my face smacking on a seat in front of me. I opened my eyes but everything was blurry. I applied pressure from my hand, and looked down to see that it was covered in blood. “Shit!” I muttered. I looked around and saw that I was on a train. I don’t even know how I got on here…. Another odd occurrence was that there was no one else on this car. The train was going a phenomenal speed. I could feel the shaking. It was hard to move.
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)4 years ago in Horror
THE TRAIN OF DARKNESS
There is a world in between existence where an able minded individual can manipulate the realm by constructing any thing a mind can imagine. The right person can build beauty and construct things of positivity and growth. But there is also evil in the world and they can create a wreak chaos by treating life. In the mind of a treacherous heart, lives can be at stake. If you are killed in the realm, then your soul is trapped until the host dies or frees you at their own discretion.
By Shannon henderson 4 years ago in Horror
Abandoned village
I love this village. I've been coming here every summer for almost twenty years. Everything is nearby here: forest, field, and river. The village is relatively large, three kilometers to the nearest village through forests and fields, and about fifteen kilometers to the highway. About three years ago, they began actively buying houses (what to do, people are getting old and dying) for suburban plots.
By Julia Njord4 years ago in Horror
A child in the morgue
One of my relatives worked for 20 years in the medical examination court. And when I was little, I always asked her, “Aren’t you afraid to work with the dead?” She always told me to be afraid of the living, not the dead. But there was one time when she was confused.
By Julia Njord4 years ago in Horror
The Eulogy
Frank sat on the front row as the people filed into the little church. The tears ran nakedly down his face as the cheap organ played baptist hymns off-key in the background. Somehow this infuriated him. He had paid a lot of money for his wife's funeral, and the least they could have done was tune the organ before the service. It wasn't even that it was severely out of tune, only slightly out of true, but it was just enough to make the discords jangle against his frayed nerves. Derrik, his son, didn't even seem to notice. He just sat beside him, dutiful as ever, and held his father's hand as the sea of mourners wafted past.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror









