supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Stay Out of the Light
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The three of us had been coming to these woods since we were all seven years old, and every one of those five years since the climax of our camping trip had been sneaking off to this spooky cabin after the campfire and daring each other to get as close to it as we dared. But before tonight, it had always been dark, abandoned, and utterly creepy.
By Linden Schneider4 years ago in Horror
I feel like somebody is watching me.
It starts with a tickle. A feeling of flesh crawling. The hairs on your arms stand and the gooseflesh appears. What is this feeling? Why am I feeling this way? Then you see it. A mist forms in a dark, shadowy corner of the room. As you are frozen in place the mist moves. It begins to take form. Now there is a smokey being stand in the corner. The characteristics are that of a female in a white gown. You try to move or say something, but time is halted. The misty woman looks at you, smiles, then turns, and walks into the wall. The cold feeling retreats. All the hairs on your arms and gooseflesh goes away. Your mind begins to race. One question a blaze in your mind, what was that? You might think this is some plot line to a good scary movie, but you could be more wrong.
By MaryBeth Calahorrano4 years ago in Horror
I wish for death
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window; into the room where they kept her. Two curious campers wandered through the woods. It was eerily silent, they didn’t hear a single animal, neither the wind nor the leaves rustling together. You could almost hear the blood pumping in their veins. Clouds formed a dark canvas above them, but there was no rain. They continued on, their breathing becoming weak as they stumbled upon the cabin. The only sign of life was the burning candle, and their curiosity gripped tightly and guided them into the cabin. But, when they entered, it did not look abandoned at all. The old cabin was fresh, and warm, as if someone has been living here all this time. They admired the vintage beauty held in the walls, furniture and the art; eventually being drawn into the room with the candle. A girl named Lanira once lived in the cabin with her family, however, Lanira’s family always found her to be quite odd. The family was always very weary around her, and they always seemed to get a twisted, gross feeling around her. Lanira would look out her window and stare for hours upon end. Everyday her family found her stiff, frozen, blankly staring out that window. One night a candle mysteriously appeared at the sill of Lanira’s window, and it was already burning. The candle enchanted the cabin and burned for days and days, yet the wax never shed a tear, no liquid melting residue; it stood strong, just as it had when it first appeared. Then, one night as the candle was burning, the earth stood still. There was no wind, no sound, and no breath filled the air. The next day, the earth resumed its lively rotation, but the family was gone, all but Lanira. Who still watched through the window, only now the flame was dead and the candle sat cold. Years past and eventually Lanira died in that room, watching as her reflection closed its eyes for the last time. The campers stepped into the Lanira’s room and stared at the candle burning in the window. They began trembling, feeling a disturbing presence that made them ill. They dragged themselves toward the candle still haunted by its enchanting flame, and as the neared it, it began to flicker, and the room became cold. One of the campers reached out and tried to touch the candle before the other stopped him. All of a sudden voices crowded their minds, screams of terror, cries for help, and they couldn’t move. They were paralyzed with this force consuming them from the inside. They began to go insane and in that moment they wanted nothing more than death to come and end their suffering minds. But they had a fate coming, far worse than death. The camper who tried to touch the candle before had had enough of this psychotic reign, wondering what he could do to end this horror he had never endured; he thought if there was no candle then there would be no scare. He slowly and painfully turned his head, with all hope and strength, blew out the candle, and they were gone. Just like that, the earth had resumed life, the wind blew, the sun shone, but not a single trace of the campers found. The end. You may be wondering, what happened? Where did the campers go? What is this candle? Who exactly is Lanira? Well, my friends, you shall get your answers soon. Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Lanira. Goodbye.
By Makenna Bolton4 years ago in Horror
What lies behind the Closet door
Scratch Scratch Scratch That is all I ever hear, every single night behind my closet door. It won't leave me, no matter how much I may scream and yell at it. It mocks my weak attempts, and scratches louder and more aggressively just to tip me over the edge. Well, it succeeded in doing so. I angrily rip off the comforter from my body and stomp towards my closet door. I quickly twist the doorknob and swing the door open. I was met with a slim black figure with blue eyes. I tilt my head and say "Will you stop the scratching please; it makes me want to rip my ears off. Now quit it. And why are you in my closet?"
By Sophia Porter4 years ago in Horror
Lavinia's Jar
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a light glowed in the window. Please do not read this version. I'm working on getting it deleted, but it is a several step process. Please go to the story with the same title and picture below this on my main page.
By Nyssa Lyon4 years ago in Horror
If you are going to kill me, don't look me in the eyes
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This is the scenario of a family that keeps countless secrets under the rug. It has an appearance, but in essence there is something that does not match what is shown, like a candle being lit in an abandoned place that no longer welcomes any living soul.
By Emilly Hipolito4 years ago in Horror
The Last Train Ride
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jeremy approached the steps of this abandoned cabin and slowly reached for the door knob. At this moment, Jeremy awoke from this dream with a start. He was in his bed, dripping in a cold sweat. The blankets had fallen to the floor of his bedroom. Jeremy sat straight in his bed breathing heavily, grasping at his mattress sheets. This was the fourth night in a row he has had the same dream about the cabin in the woods. He was very familiar with this cabin. It had been in the foreground of the landscape that he passes on his morning train ride every day. Jeremy had been riding this train for the past five years. It was only recently that he started dreaming about the cabin. Jeremy finally regained himself. He wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to face the clock. It was 5:52am. His alarm clock would sound in eight minutes. Jeremey fell back onto his pillows and stared into the darkness of his room, wondering why he kept dreaming of that cabin.
By Desirae Anaya4 years ago in Horror
One
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The cabin was nestled deep within a pine grove off the left fork of No-Man’s Trail. The trail paralleled a small creek that led hikers far out of the quaint, tourist town high into the Appalachian range.
By Theresa Airis4 years ago in Horror
Forgotten in the Darkness
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Rebecca turned to look back and saw her standing there holding the small flame. Her face contorted in an evil smirk, as the small light rippled across her face. However, this is not where our story begins… but where it ends.
By Gaven Wood4 years ago in Horror
