supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Ringing of Hawthorne
Two weeks after Ned Blackhorse had left his parents’ home in Florida, taking nothing with him but sertraline in slow-release capsules, an engraved tomahawk that belonged to his great-grandfather, ten packs of cigarettes, and two packs of spearmint chewing gum, Martha Flint, then aged seventeen, found his decomposing body floating in the river that ran through the south side of her property.
By Max Wickham4 years ago in Horror
Minerva's Owl
My little cousin Minnie is a talented artist but the owl painting was by far her worst work. I'd been working with her all summer and I could honestly say it was the only one that appeared to be done by a girl her age. She was just six years old but already showing talent that was impressive, bordering on prodigious.
By Annie Marie Morgan4 years ago in Horror
Death’s Lost Love
The recently desolated land stunk of fresh smoke, burnt flesh, and faintly of fear; the cold sweating, adrenaline rushing, moments-before-death, kind of fear-scent. The air itself tasted like coal and blood-iron, a flavor of wind usually found near butcheries and blacksmiths. There was no sound. No birds, bugs, or people. Only Death, cloaked in ruby and ebony silks. He stood still, looming over the scorched meadows in which lay the results of the massacre. Twisted bodies, torn and bleeding, were left untouched; they were left for the wolves to dispose of. Lining the meadows were blackened and splintering trees; in the distance, green fire still ate the woods, growing wider and stronger with each branch it consumed.
By Victoria Cage4 years ago in Horror
A Snowy Demise.
January 16th, 2007 It’s cold, so cold. That’s all I can think of right now, the way my trembling body is freezing in the snow as my blood floods the rocky outcrop altar. Why? Why is this happening to me? I suppose this is just one of those things you must accept in life, dying is inevitable. I'm freezing now. I gather the last of my strength, I want to get one last look at my judge and executioner. I look up, my black hair slightly falling into my face, clinging to the beads of tears down my cheeks. I see them standing there, doing nothing as I bleed out. They simply watch with empty, emotionless eyes. Slowly, I glance up to the desolate forest surrounding me. By this time all the leaves on the trees have wilted and fell, except for the few scarce evergreens dotting the tree line. The tree limbs are covered in fresh snow, showing brightly in the dead of the night. The crescent moon dimly glowing through their outstretched arms, the deafening silence, not even the midnight breeze in the air could be heard. How fitting, I thought to myself, to die in a place surrounded by other dead things. On a branch, a few paces away on a medium sized Spruce sat a beautiful barn owl with its pale feathers and dark eyes staring intently back at me, as if interested in what is happening. A soft smile caresses my face. Ah, it’s so warm.
By Chasity Wurschmidt4 years ago in Horror
UFO Sightings, and the danger behind it
Are you afraid of the truth? or maybe you don't believe yet. I guarantee you will after this. For many years you have heard a lot of theories about aliens and UFOs, and I'm ready to reveal the truth to all of you even if I get trouble for revealing it. I'm going to start with my personal experience and story and I will tell you what they really are. Get the campfire ready and the marshmallows going.
By Queen anonymous 4 years ago in Horror
The Blue Moonlight: The Awakening
A small beam of yellow illuminated the tunnels ahead, a lump forming in my throat. Musty cold air nipped at my skin, Johnny beaming next to me. Stupidly, he had convinced me to venture with him into the underground tunnels of my forest. Perhaps it was my tiny little crush that forced me into this situation. My black tights clung to my long leg, a black lace rockabilly dress hugging my hourglass figure. Stale water dripped onto my worn combat boots, the decaying rock crunching underneath my boots. Breathing deeply, my trembling fingers twisted my long black wavy hair into a side braid. My emerald green eyes searched desperately in the darkness ahead of me.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
The Mountain
The moon was full, illuminating the sky and the fresh paint on the faded asphalt. The yellow line meandered north, away from town and into the surrounding forest, climbing higher with each twist and turn. Why would the county paint this old road? No one lived out here or used this stretch anymore. Not since they completed the new highway last spring. But there it was. An aging black sedan, flying down the road with only the red of its taillights hinting that a soul was alive in these woods.
By J. B. Arnold4 years ago in Horror
Dead Reckoning
THIS STORY BEGINS WHEN A NAMED JAMES WHO WORKS AN AGENCY THAT’S DEALS WITH THE SUPERNATURAL WALKS INTO THE OFFICE OF HIS BOSS MENTOR AND THE FATHER OF HIS GIRLFRIEND MIRANDA WHO ALSO WORK WITH THIS AGENCY. THE BOSS NAME IS CHARLES RUSSELL WHO IS GREETING JAMES WHEN HE WALKS IN THE OFFICE AND JAMES IS KINDA UPSET BECAUSE HE AND MIRANDA WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GOING ON VACATION BUT HE HAD TO COME HERE STRAIGHT FROM THE ARMS OF MIRANDA.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Horror
