supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The hum
Pedro walked up to the studio but stopped in silence at the threshold. Lilia made an effort to tear her face off the spreadsheets that had been giving her grief all evening and turned to face him, annoyed at the interruption. His pained expression made her heart sink.
By R.M. Beristáin4 years ago in Horror
Margo
Margo It killed Philip “Philly” Watson how little passerbys talked about headphones. Like umbilical scars or nipples, everyone had headphones in their possession. You weren’t likely to leave the house without a pair stuffed into your front pocket (speaking about headphones, of course: leaving home without your wobbly milk plugs would be plain obscene); headphones were holy totems, after all, something a creature like Philly wouldn't have to mention. Just look around your day and count the dull receivers transplanted in the ones who float past you on the sidewalk. There’s power planted between their ears, see?
By Josh Bates4 years ago in Horror
The Missing
One crisp fall afternoon a woman, Jane, and her 10-year-old son, Carter, walk the cobblestone streets of downtown Society Hill in Philadelphia. Posted along the sidewalks, among the streetlamps, are flyers. Each displaying faces of children ages 8-13 with the words “Have You Seen Me?”. Both boys and girls were pictured on the flyers, and they all appeared to go missing within days of one another. How odd, thought Jane, I wonder if it’s some kind of sex trafficking gang…but they are so young. Ugh. So tragic the world we live in. Jane tries not to stare at them for too long as she does not want Carter to pay attention, but after a few moments…
By Christina Nickels4 years ago in Horror
Luminous Bones
The young man who sat before Detective Ashmore was caked in mud. Dirt clung to his long blond hair. His hands were covered in blisters from digging a grave. He’d attempted to wash the worst of the dirt from his hands before coming in, but there was still filth under his fingernails. He’d had plenty of time to change clothes before turning himself in. But he still wore the same stained white poet’s shirt.
By Varian Ross4 years ago in Horror
Deal Me Love
What if the people of the world had a set ending and beginning? What if that ending was love, the beginning, death. What if it was simply made a possibility? The people are dealt the cards at the beginning of their life, by the hands of fate or the creatures in the shadows, nobody can really tell the difference at this point; but everything in their life is calculated to the tiniest bit of chance. Of course, they are unaware of the reality in which they live. It is a behind the seams story. One of cause and one of effect.
By Roger Bundridge4 years ago in Horror
Beasts Exist Inside the Eyes of Man
Cantor woke up with the king of all headaches pounding away at her skull and a hard, rough surface under her. The stench of rotten meat hit her nose as she turned her head to the side with a groan. God, everything fucking hurt. Her stomach was turning from the stench as she gagged and tried to clear it from her airways.
By Madison Betcher4 years ago in Horror
Jack’s Nightmare
The sound of a loud vintage grandfather clock is hanging on the wall. From a studio apartment in downtown Los Angeles, CA. It awakens a young attractive man in his twenties named Jack Turner. Jack is suffering from ongoing insomnia due to an ex-girlfriend named Tina, who died in a fatal car accident, a month ago.
By Victoria Ramos4 years ago in Horror
The Door
Janet-1971 There's a door, the size of a small child, in the back of my grandma's closet that has never been opened, not for lack of trying, it just won't open. I remember as kids, my cousins and I would sneak in there and try everything we could to open it, but nothing worked. We would make up stories about what could possibly be on the other side of the door. A scary monster, a dead body, a scary clown. All sorts of terrifying things a child brain could conjure. I was 16 years old the day my grandma died, i went into her room shortly after the coroner wheeled her body out. I wanted to feel close to her again so I did what I used to do. I crawled into her closet and sat next to the small door, I sat with my back pressing against the back wall, closed my eyes, and let myself feel the loss.
By Britt Hughett4 years ago in Horror
