supernatural

The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.

Motherly Love
Betsy's eyes fluttered open. After all this time, she responded, coming awake. "What happened, Mommy?" My heart leaped with joy. The injection had succeeded!
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Horror
The Evil Dark
The Dark is evil. I know it. Come running when I scream in fear and turn on the lights to prove there is nothing there. Oh, that’ll make me change my mind. Shake your head and laugh at me. I’m used to it.
By JeanN4 years ago in Horror
My Pal Joey
My Pal Joey A Friend indeed.
By Eladio Del Castillo4 years ago in Horror
Who is Simon Birchfield?
The mornings are not kind. Especially today, thought Simon, as he got out of bed before the sun, cold and shivering and aching in his joints. He was not yet old enough to feel the ache of cold weather in his knees, but nevertheless, he did. He groaned, stretched, and reluctantly slid out of bed.
By Atticus Greyson4 years ago in Horror
Deep in the dark
Yawning and stretching as I wake up in the middle of the night afraid of the pitched black walls, almost felt as if it was staring back. Under the blanket as I am afraid to go to the bathroom I decide to wake up my older sister so she could accompany me. As I head to the bathroom I look back and I realize my sister left me behind and I am completely terrified. Left all alone in the bathroom I’m having so many thoughts on whether to take a peek or just wait until someone comes to the bathroom. I know it was silly of me to think about, but I was really young like 6 yrs. old. I couldn't explain the feeling it was sort of like a creepy feeling that came upon me, so I decided to kind of crack open the bathroom door to see if my sister was out there waiting for me, there was hope in me that she didn’t leave but she wasn’t there. I closed the door Infront of me and stood in there for about 10 minutes thinking if I should go or not. Feeling very anxious because I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t run to my mother's room which was next to the bathroom because it was closed.
By Anamarie 4 years ago in Horror
The Peak
One Year Ago. The climb was steep, laborious. Sure footing and firm hands weren’t the only prerequisites to make it to the summit: training, endurance, drive. A mental toughness and focus were required as well. These were necessities to conquer the peak, to make it up and back in one piece. Few had completed the eight-mile trek, most abandoning their dreams, their desires to be a part of this elite club, but not these three. They did what they said they were going to do.
By J. B. Arnold4 years ago in Horror
The Realm of Darkness
Carl Atwood prided himself for running the one and only dark ride, The Realm of Darkness at The Chapel River Fun Park. The park itself had just recently celebrated its fiftieth anniversary, making it one of the only ma and pop amusement parks still around in the south or the whole country for that matter. Carl took pride in maintaining and improving the Realm of Darkness over the years since he started working there in the summer of seventy-four in the midst of the Watergate Scandal. He had the calloused, wrinkled hands and the shriveled, grey-stubbled face sunken beneath his drooping brown eyes to prove his devotion to its maintenance. The ride itself was celebrated on many websites as one of the only gravity-powered dark rides still operating in the country other than the Devil’s Den in Pennsylvania and the Haunted House in West Virginia. Carl always took pride in telling the guests that the Realm was the fastest of the three, taking riders through two and a half stories of twists and dips through the pitch black, sounding like he was in a commercial to promote the park.
By Russ Thompson4 years ago in Horror
Why I left the Woods
Scratch "Yeah, it's just me here tonight," I say as I washed the few dishes that remained in the sink. The darkness outside seems held at bay by the big floodlight on the pole outside. The forest surrounding our little cabin looked like a green wave that's preparing to swallow our circle of humanity up forever if it wasn't for that 120-watt bulb. I had the phone pressed against my ear with my shoulder, and I laughed as my boyfriend said something funny. The phone slipped towards the soapy water, and I caught it just in time as something scratched at the door again.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
All That Yellow
It started with a cat. Of course, that's how these things usually end, and in a way it kinda did, but this one started with a live cat.
By Joanna Lynne4 years ago in Horror
My Haunted House
I remember growing up in the biggest house in our neighborhood. It was the only two-story house on the entire block amongst single-story homes. When we first moved in, I was so excited to know that I would finally have my own room for the first time since birth and it was exciting. I loved having an upstairs bedroom. Running up and down those carpeted red stairs was amazing. It was by far the biggest house my family and I had ever lived in. My dad jumped on the opportunity to get this house; he said the price couldn’t be beaten. The cost was lower than all the single-family homes he had seen. But he didn’t ask why. He just signed the papers, and we had our big house and our own rooms. To me, my room was huge. Maybe it was or maybe it was just huge because I was small. Either way, I loved it. Everything was so great there. The neighborhood was quiet, and it was a short walk to my school. Perfect. But then it wasn’t.
By VANESSA MARTINEZ4 years ago in Horror
RETURN OF THE NIGHT OWL
It’s frustrating, fixating and freaky to see the difficulties and limitations writers have to face while living in a world of such developments and growth. Coming from a country where I can’t use stripe, so no vocal+ for me. Therefore, no challenges? Yes, that’s right. But, I continue to write. I won’t let any laws, policies or barriers stop me from doing what I do best, write. So, here I am with a true story featuring an oddly handsome owl.
By Geetanjali Sharma4 years ago in Horror
Mr. and Mrs. Night
This beautiful, loving couple never failed at celebrating their wedding anniversary. During every celebration, they go out late in the evening, take a romantic walk, star gaze, hold hands, smooch, talk about old times and by midnight, enjoy a delicious meal.
By Viniece Swan4 years ago in Horror