supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
We Can See You
Kiersten Sumner first saw the sunglasses at a yard sale which she spotted out of the corner of her eye while driving home from work. Although she worked as a high priced lawyer for a prestigious firm downtown, there was a part of her still the college student looking for bargains. She loved spending her free time looking for sales and hunting through bargains to find hidden treasures.
By Bryan Alaspa4 years ago in Horror
Tea With Death
The old man winced, his tired and line-creased face contorted in pain as a slow shiver crept up his twisted spine. His fingers – once long and graceful, now claw-like and skeletal looking – drew the shabby flannel robe snugly about his stooped shoulders. The crumbling mansion had become drafty over the many years and the fire that raged in the once grand marble fireplace barely kept the chill from seeping into his arthritis plagued bones.
By Laura Ball4 years ago in Horror
The Dark Side of Massachusetts
The Old Yarmouth Inn Restaurant and Tavern is located on Cape Cod in Yarmouthport. Built in 1696 this two story white colonial house is now a high quality restaurant and tavern. The restaurant consists of three dining rooms, an informal tavern, and an inn. It is the oldest inn in America. Before the Civil War the owners of the house were part of the Underground Railroad and had a secret room in the attic to hide runaway slaves.
By Rasma Raisters4 years ago in Horror
The Beginning of the End
Beginning of the End Looking back on it, there was no way to stop it. The cataclysmic event happened within minutes and would last what felt like a lifetime. The bloodshed wasn’t immediate, but the world slipped into madness shortly after the ships arrived. Everything good we once knew and loved was taken and destroyed. We were forced into submission by beings from a world other than our own. No one knew where they came from, and their intent with us was not immediately clear. The first few weeks were the worst. The ships arrived within seconds. It was just the three of us at the house when the ships came; I was on the couch with Kristen, and Lexi was on the porch. The TV glitched, with what seemed like black and green lines weaving in between the screen’s current program. We’d been binge watching the same show the whole weekend. Kristen got a hold of the remote first, my fingers still had a light coating of butter from the popcorn.
By Courtney Probus4 years ago in Horror
Dine With Ghostly Spirits
California Ghost of former owner Patrick's Roadhouse in Santa Monica, California is known for celebrity sightings, overstuffed omelets, and a shamrock decorated exterior. This is a narrow roadhouse which has inherited some ghosts form the buildings previous businesses like a motel, hot dog stand, brothel, and trolley station, One of the most active spirits is the last owner, Bill Fichier, who publicly likes to ridicule customers complaining about the food. From time to time he shows up to check on the restaurant and staff. A chef quit after seeing Fischier's ghost appear at the back of the restaurant and glaring at the him with dissatisfaction.
By Rasma Raisters4 years ago in Horror
Thalassophobia
The graveyard stretched out along the ocean as far as his eyes could see. He viewed the washed-out words and whispering waves while wandering a few more steps on the withered grass. Tickly, grippy grass massaged the bottoms of his little sneakers and itchy crunchy sand clung in between the grooves in the sole. In his hand, he grasped a dull yellow pointless shovel. He paused before jamming it into the ground next to a tombstone of grey rock. The shovel tipped over next to the sunken grave after he let go.
By Christine A.4 years ago in Horror
Where the Compass Leads
The dog days were being tamed by the sharp crack of the semester’s whip. Hastily. The long, lazy sun soaked days felt like distant memories. Replaced with the shorter, chillier autumn evenings, almost overnight. Gone were the mornings filled with nothing but an iced latte and making plans for what beach to hit up. Here were the not-enough-hour-days of barely enough sleep, supported by coffee IVs.
By Samantha Elizabeth4 years ago in Horror
Tentacles
"You're so much better than them. You don't even realize your potential." My big brother said to me. I was discouraged with school and tired of being bullied. It wasn't my fault that I had a sickness that only allowed me to take bird baths and wash ups. I couldn't submerge myself in water or take on a lot of water at once. My parents warned me that it would be dangerous for me. My brother had the same illness. Only difference is he had been home-schooled and my parents decided they wanted me to go to school like normal kids. That would be fine, but the bird bath and wash ups didn't always cover my stench.
By Tasha Matthew4 years ago in Horror
Sightless
The darkness is total and all-consuming. Goose flesh rises on my skin as the temperature drops, though I could swear we’ve descended deep enough into the earth that we should be able to feel magma churning around us. I find myself waiting for my eyes to adjust, but I know the only light down here will come from our head lamps, and we’re saving those until we’re in the water.
By Jessica Gonzalez4 years ago in Horror
