supernatural

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

He who visits
Sarah suddenly awoke with a gasp. The hairs on her clammy skin were on end, and the chill went straight to her bones. Her eyes pierced the darkness and darted around her room, but they couldn’t adjust. They never could when he visited. There was no light here. The darkness felt like a thick fog engulfing her very being, but she could feel him. She could feel the malevolent darkness within him that intruded her soul.
By Kazran4 years ago in Horror
Their Piece of Heaven
“I’m so glad you decided to come,” Probably the fiftieth time Ari Pohatu said to his younger brother Tama. “It’ll be good for you.”
By Andrew Lopez4 years ago in Horror
The SledgeHammer
The SledgeHammer by Victor T. Robinson II There are Infinite amounts of Multiverse out in the galaxies. But the top 5 galaxies are Marvel, DC, Monsterverse, Amalgam, and The Dark Universe. Some of the themes of these worlds will not seem possible in these universes. Example:SuperHeroes would be real in the Amalgam universe and not real in the Dark Universe. I Am a Cosmic being that has been around since the big bang. I can move through time and space at warp speed. God is the Creator of Earth. But I am the Creator of the Sun, The Moon, and the Rest of the Galaxies. I am The Universe.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Horror
Ghosts of Hell Creek
The stars were wrong. It’s the first thing that hits Arthur when he walks out of his RV. The sound of the door banging shut made him jump, but he can’t look away from the sky.
By Kathryn Zurmehly4 years ago in Horror
Skirmish
Dawson and Musgrave guided the horses down to the river bed with their free hands while using the other hand as a shield from the increasingly harsh glare. The hooves clopping through the dust and rocks reverberated through the dry creek bed. They had long left the colorful variety of osha, sage, corn pollen, and bitterroot behind for creosote and junipers that looked old as Moses and were twisted and demented, as if too sensitive for the solitude.
By Koby Sampson4 years ago in Horror
Duronto Thero
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window."
By Syed Arabi Khalique4 years ago in Horror
The Monocle Man
Chapter 1 – The Phonograph Knock. Knock. Knock. Dave was sleeping in his bed, lying sideways with the quilt draped over his head. He was deep in a dream, standing in a room that was made up 4 bright white walls and 2 further brighter ceilings. A door frame stood in front of him and coming from the room was some form of music. He felt beckoned to the room, so he began walking forward towards the door. The room was his, yet a little altered. Instead of his walls being painted a light blue, it was covered in a vintage-looking wallpaper. A multitude of flowers dressed the walls, each flower brighter than the last. The wallpaper was elegant. The floor was wooden and polished as if it had been scarce of any footsteps for years. The bed was old mahogany, taking up much more room than his smaller single bed did. The quilt was teabag-coloured, crumpled and creasing at the ends. The pillow leaned against the headboard, the middle-crumpled inwards. To the left of his bed sat a large leather rocking chair, made from the same wood as the bed. The leather was bronze, with several dimples where small buttons embedded themselves.
By Rio4 years ago in Horror
Incomprehensible Nothingness
We don't speak of it. We build entire belief systems to wall out any realistic and sane discussion of it. How can both certainty and ignorance be equally soul-crushing? Simultaneous confidence and fear about the knowledge of the state of the existential fate of the human race, the knowledge of the insanity of the very words and concept. Fear that my words won't survive my death. Fear that my death is closer at hand than even I expected, and the anxiety of needing to but not wanting to find out. Inspired by daily struggles of maintaining a household and a sane and stable front and home for my kids. Fear that, if I do find out, I won't have the strength, courage, the desire to fight for my life, or would even have the need to.
By Vulture Writer4 years ago in Horror
Moving On
Rose observed the white colonial-style home. It looked like a very nice, pleasant home. Most homes in this neighborhood were. The lawn was well-manicured and watered, and it had views of the bay that were far grander than Rose's home. All the neighbors had similar landscaped and tended-to yards. Audis and Lincolns were parked on the street. The South Hill neighborhood was fairly posh. Jackie's old blue Geo Metro looked distinctly out-of-place on the street.
By Katt Kantack4 years ago in Horror
Fatal Consequences
“Where are you? We were supposed to meet at eleven.” “Relax, my car wouldn’t start so I’m walking over now. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
By Christian Moran4 years ago in Horror
The Noises at Night
I enjoy going to antique stores, everything there just feels like it has a story that needs to be told. The lamps still have another room to light up, the stuffed animals still have another child to comfort, the couches still have another family movie night to host. The only thing I don't really enjoy seeing is pictures, family albums and individual photos being in a store for someone else to view. I often wonder how they end up in a store, did someone accidentally put them in a box to be sent here, did someone mean to get rid of them? Is someone looking for them?
By Marissa Moore4 years ago in Horror
My New Residence
I resided in 253 Dead Man's Lane in a little town in Delaware about a year ago. I can't recall the name. But it is the setting for this narrative. There's a reason it's called Dead Man's Lane, I've realized. I no longer reside there. Because of the incidents that transpired at my prior apartment, I am currently residing in an undisclosed area. I don't want them to figure out where I am. I hope this makes sense.
By dewon crazy4 years ago in Horror