supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Secret Words of My Mother . AI-Generated.
Start writing. My mother never said "I love you." Not in English. Not in Urdu. Not even in a glance. She wasn’t cold. She wasn’t cruel. She just existed in silence—an expert in unspoken affection. Warm roti at 6 a.m. Fresh oil in my hair before school. Her love was folded into actions, not words.
By Muhammad Riaz6 months ago in Horror
Lost in the Woods at Night
At Night, Lost in the Woods "When the lights went out, I knew something was wrong; however, when I told my family, they just laughed," It started as a normal weekend trip. Just a bit of time away from London, out in the country. My family booked a small cottage near the edge of a forest. Peaceful. Quiet. No phone signal. On Friday afternoon, we arrived. The air smelled of pine and damp earth. Birds chirped lazily. It appeared to be a dream. However, the dream changed into something else by nightfall. Around 10 PM, the power went out. When it happened, I was reading by the fireplace. The room became glowing and warm in a split second. The next, darkness swallowed everything. I blinked. Waited. Nothing. Just the sound of the wind scraping against the windows. I informed my dad. He shrugged. “Old place. Most likely, the breaker tripped. Mum laughed. “You’ll survive one night without your phone.” My younger brother made fun of me. “Watch out — the forest monsters are coming!” But I felt it. Something wasn't right. Like the darkness was heavier than normal. Like it was pressing against the windows, watching us. I decided to step outside. For a brief moment. To get some air. I saw it at that time. A figure appeared about twenty feet away from the trees. It wasn’t moving. Just standing there. Tall. Thin. No attributes. Only there. My chest tightened. I blinked again, hoping it was a trick of the shadows. However, it did not vanish. It stayed. I dashed inside again. The door was slammed. Locked it. “Told you,” I said. “There’s something out there.” They laughed once more. “It’s probably a tree.” “Don’t be silly.” “Too many scary movies, yeah?” I wanted to scream. I felt alone, like I was in a different world than them. A world full of dread. Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. Every creak of the wood, every howl of the wind felt like it was whispering to me. Calling. Around 2 AM, I heard footsteps. Not inside. Outside. Slow. Crunching the leaves. Through the curtain, I saw a glimpse. Nothing. Then — a flash of white. A face? A mask? I couldn’t tell. It also vanished very quickly. I jolted my brother to sleep. “Please. Wake up. There’s something out there.” He rolled over. “Go to bed, freak.” Tears stung my eyes. I was not believed. No one saw it but me. The night dragged on. From my window, I watched. Every now and then, I caught glimpses. It's unclear. Never clear. But there. always present. advancing closer. By dawn, I was shaking. Pale. Exhausted. Everyone else? They were unharmed. Eating breakfast. Laughing. Planning a walk in the woods. They refused to go, I begged. “Please. Stay close. Something’s out there. I promise. My dad sighed. “Enough, alright? Your brother is being scared by you. So I stayed behind. Alone. They left. I waited. Hours passed. The forest was quiet. Too silent. Then — screaming. Distant. Sharp. Cut off. I ran outside. To the edge of the trees. Nothing. No birds. No wind. merely that gloomy darkness. in the open air. They never returned. The police searched for days. No sign. No tracks. No clues. only me. And a story no one believed. Now, every night, I see the figure again. positioned just below the tree line. Waiting. Watching. I don’t go near the forest anymore. I don’t speak of that night. Because the moment I do — people disappear. Now, I’m the only one left who remembers that night. Start writing...
By Abdu ssamad6 months ago in Horror
Ava Smiles
Have you ever seen a smile so sinister, so disturbing that it sends a chill racing down your spine? A chill so cold only the bodies resting haplessly in the morgue would be familiar with. I'm sure if you've seen a smile like that, you'd certainly never forget it, or be here to tell us about it, for that matter.
By Devan Reed6 months ago in Horror
"The Dyatlov Whisper: When the Mountain Breathes Back"
Prologue: The Last Diary Entry February 1, 1959, Ural Mountains *"-30°C. Wind howls like wolves. Kolev swears the snow moved today. Sloped uphill. Igor says it’s stress. But tonight... we heard it. Breathing under the tent.
By Ahmed Abdeen6 months ago in Horror
Do You Believe in Ghosts?
We were sitting in the backyard one evening, tossing jokes like frisbees into the dusk. One of my friends, smirking with a cup of chai in his hand, leaned in and said, “Do you believe in ghosts?” We all laughed, shaking our heads, brushing the idea away like smoke. I chuckled louder than the rest, thumping my chest, “If a ghost ever dares show up, I’ll invite it in for tea.” The night roared with laughter. None of us knew that someone was listening.
By Muhammad Rahim 6 months ago in Horror
