supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Lost Jewel
Her hands gripped tight around the cold stainless steel wine chiller, a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc leaning gently against the lipped edge. The sound of the ice rustled lightly as the ship swayed side-to-side. Charlotte usually dreaded this feeling, the sweat from the melting ice running an uncomfortably cool layer of moisture over her hands and the abrasive, metallic sound of her rings tapping against the sides would make her wince.
By Claire Burget4 years ago in Horror
The Blindness
My feet splash into the shallow dark water while I slowly lift my head, a gust of wind whistles past. The entrance to the cave enthralls me. Adorning the top rests the dead stare of a stone-carved animal head, which emanates an emerald green radiance from its sunken eyes. Dancing darkness escapes from the cave’s depths beckoning me to enter. I must answer its call. When the water moves, a soft echo reverberates throughout the cave.
By Karissa Becknel4 years ago in Horror
It Calls Me
I’m staring out the window across my boyfriend’s newest travel/romantic getaway destination. A vast expanse of glistening clear water peaks from between what seems like a forest of trees. (But, everything on the far western side of Washington kind of feels like you’re smack dab in the middle of a forest.) My heart rises and plummets in unison.
By V. N. Roesbon4 years ago in Horror
THE TWILIGHT
The Twilight By EJ Fordham I suppose the owners of the riverboat Twilight had a reason for naming it that. Maybe they liked the sound of the name. For me, though, twilight has always been the time of mysteries. It is an in-between state. A limbo between light and dark.
By EJ Fordham4 years ago in Horror
The Crypt
In the deep lands, beyond waters, even beyond hell, were no one is allowed to come back and your soul have no peace, no serenity, no joy, and no happiness is known. Where only death exist and punishments ruled, in the kingdom of Kriptys and Kriptycus, owners of the afterlife graves and rulers of the Crypt's lands. In the Crypt's lands everything is was a nightmare, the smell of death, and black and white colors unless was blood, red blood. No one was free and nothing was your own. The only emotion you were allow to feel was pain. The only art that existed was the art of mistreatment and suffering, the only award you can received is humiliation. The favorite hobby from the rulers it was punishing as well there job, hunting you eternally. They will forever and ever make you remember you had nothing, you were nothing and there were no escape from the Crypt because nothing you will remain. Of course memories existed but after a while you couldn't ever understand them at all, unless was about sin, evil or death. The amount of punishing everyone received at the Crypts made the life on earth a long distance blurred, as if that never even happened.
By Kristel Miranda Colon4 years ago in Horror
To the Depths, We Sink
Summer. The novelty of it has rapidly diminished for me over the course of thirty-two years. Another spin around an ol’ dying star. A star destined to die. The experts all concur. That day is far, far off. It’s a day all of us currently shuttling through space will never bear witness to. Still, I can’t help but picture the sun's final moment. A vast, gargantuan blinding light, then a forever blackness. Nothingness. A whimper slips out from my lips.
By Hautus Rhinestone4 years ago in Horror
Despair
I can see the rocks at the bottom, the water’s so clear. I wish it was murky. That there was mystery. “A little girl died here last year. Round this time. Sad story. ‘Bout five, six years old.” The woman beside me drags from an e-cigarette. “It just, whoosh”—her hand dipped below her waist— “took her under. Smashed her little skull into the bedrock. I wasn’t here, but they told me it was really gruesome. Sorry. You not from here?” Her smoke clouds my view of the river.
By Bryanna Payne4 years ago in Horror
Foggy Judgement
I took a deep breath. The air was foggy from the late afternoon at the lake. The sun was hiding behind the clouds and the air felt heavy. There were about three to four families at the lake but it was hard to make them out. My hands were trembling as I clutched the note in my palms, knowing that my sweat had surely smudged the ink. It was cold out but the mist felt almost refreshing on my hot face.
By Rachael Green4 years ago in Horror
