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The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
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
The Monster of Arkcroft Manor
"Come, Brother!" Joseph's familiar voice called out yet again, ringing with almost childlike exuberance. "Come and see!" To any rational observer, this alone would seem an innocuous request, harmlessly echoing down the well-polished halls of Arkcroft Manor. Even when considering the absurdly early hour of the day, the words themselves proved harmless, and yet, warded off in the upstairs master bedroom, a pool of cold sweat accumulated beneath Niklaus' sleep-deprived body all the same. Despite being draped in all manner of finery, beneath his canopy of mahogany and silks, the lord of Arkcroft, Niklaus Croft, appeared as death itself, with protruding ribs, hollowed cheeks, and sunken eyes.
By Ethan Fernau4 years ago in Horror
Moon Upon the Lake
Emma stood at the end of the short dock staring at the silver moon above her. It hung bright and wide in the sky, beckoning her like a pale goddess of dreams. The sound of toads singing scratchy güiro notes echo off of the thick wall of cedars and pines that surround the motionless lake before her. Behind her, an old plank house, hidden from view by the forest that surrounded it, squats stubbornly in a clearing. The house was old enough to have seen centuries pass and generations born within its walls. Emma’s direct ancestor had built it and her grandmother was the last of them born in the home rather than a hospital. It had changed over the years, a new log roof, two small bedrooms, and even a window. There was a bathroom with plumbing and a kitchen/living room combination. It was sacred to Emma and her family because it was one of the few things that had remained untouched by the hands of white men. It was their ancestral home. Listening to the chorus of creatures from the end of the dock had become a nightly ritual for her. It brought her peace of mind so that when she slid into the cold pocket of her bed later, she could manage to sleep.
By Rachael Writes 4 years ago in Horror
Ghost Island
Jonah found himself at the Branford Library on yet another Friday night. Two months ago, his mom moved him to Connecticut for a “fresh start” after the death of his dad. Jonah’s mom grew up in Branford. His grandparents still live here which Jonah’s mom thought would help with his transition to a new town. Tall and lanky with brown hair and mud green eyes obscured by thick, black-framed glasses, Jonah wasn’t exactly a ladies’ man. In fact, he had not made any friends in the whole two months he had been here. Jonah always struggled with not feeling seen by others but being in a new town he felt downright invisible and the only other one that might understand how he felt died 6 months ago. Jonah tried to push thoughts of his dad out of his head as he turned his attention back to the library shelves that held all the books on the history of Branford.
By Kristin Young4 years ago in Horror
Execution
Even the Hun didn’t shoot their own men. At least that’s what Private Miller had been told. He took a breath and tried to stand up straight, the stench of the trenches mingling with a clear Westerly breeze that promised Spring. Somewhere miles behind the ruined farmhouse the German artillery pieces were warming up their barrels with a morning volley. The sky rumbled low and some crows, fat on human flesh, squawked and took to the sky.
By James Ashton4 years ago in Horror
Drake is Sleeping
After a long day, who wouldn’t want a good night’s rest? Many experts suggest 6 to 8 hours of sleep to fully recharge the body for a fresh new day. Most people, if they could, would do just that. However, not everyone has the time or luxury to safely tuck themselves in for the night.
By Victor Eaves4 years ago in Horror
Benny & the Thing in the Basement
Benny ordered two Hawaiian pizzas with cheesy bread sticks, hot wings, and a full 2 liter Mountain Dew. His mom was out of town at a knitting convention, and he was gonna game all weekend. He was thinking he’d play some WoW, some LoL, then space it out with some anime while he ate the pile of junk food at his disposal. He even remembered to stop and grab some antacids while he was buying chips and candy at the store.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)4 years ago in Horror
