supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Well
Naomi was so very thirsty. She could feel the dryness in her mouth as she thought of the choice before her. “I have to make a decision soon,” she said, as she licked her cracked and blistered lips. She could taste the blood that had clotted at the corner of her mouth and scowled with disgust. How long have we been stranded on this damn island, Naomi thought. She tried to piece together the time since the cruise liner sank. Had it been one week or two? The only thing Naomi knew with certainty was that the human body could not survive two weeks without water. Naomi was in a race against time. As she lifted herself off the sandy floor and dusted off her dirty jeans, she looked up at the sky and admired the brilliant Azure sky all around her. Naomi never believed in God and thought of herself as a staunch and strict Atheist, but today, for the first time in her adult life, she looked to the sky and pleaded with God... “please, if you’re up there...help me.” She sobbed to herself quietly, feeling completely defeated. She shifted her gaze to the edge of the trees where she had buried the bodies.
By Ashley McLain4 years ago in Horror
Linguini Loch
If walkers ever asked me where they should visit in the Highlands, I always recommend Linguini Loch. The loch sits in the basin of four large hills that are popular with hikers. From the ridges, you can see down into the water. All that dense seaweed, just below the surface. The wind causes the underwater plant life to pull into strange knots and patterns. They weave in and out of each other, like the loch is squirming. Saturated by green snakes - or as the name suggests, filled with dark, linguini pasta. People have reported seeing the faces of loved ones in the shapes created by the seaweed. Others are haunted by their enemies, or visions of how they will meet their fate. Locals pretend they can finally see their bus arriving on time.
By Guy Larsen4 years ago in Horror
The Undecided
In that split second of no return, most of us decide. Whether the body succumbs to a short or long illness, or a sudden accidental fall, we take the leap. We choose. We have had enough. We move with intention, from life to death, leaving the body behind. We move toward whatever we have imagined our next life might offer. Most of us. Those who decide.
By Sandra Alexander 4 years ago in Horror
The Cruel Prince
Wise men will tell you not to listen to legends, or heed the words of strangers whispered so low they hang on frosty air. But travel across the border from England to Wales along the Northern coast, past Connah’s Quay and Bagillt into the forests of twisted trees surrounding Gwaenysgor and the most cautious traveller could not evade the tale of the Cruel Prince of Dolwyddelan. Even if they were to avoid the roads and shun the company of men, some say that on misty nights the wind blows through the reeds and the reeds sing of his follies and of his fate.
By Meg Challis4 years ago in Horror
SKINNY-DIPPING
The absence of artificial light enabled him to see the stars, the heavens rendered naked by the scarcity of clouds. But theirs was not the nudity he wanted to admire. Heaven was here on earth tonight; every night for each of the past few weeks, and less than a hundred yards away. The paleness of her skin and the fullness of the moon allowed him to see a bit more than her mere silhouette; and even on a crisp November night, he felt a bit more of the heat and the shame that she stoked whenever he invaded her privacy night after night.
By Omar Gonzalez4 years ago in Horror
Tradition
I thought it would be fun when I asked. A spooky tradition for a dorky wedding. They were my closest friends, so they laughed with me and my fiancé- my husband, well Halloween has always been his favorite holiday. It should have been fun. Everyone we loved was in one place for one day.
By Halle Choi4 years ago in Horror
Alderton Estate
The quiet lapping of storm-tinged waves brush against the rocky edge. Burning through the heavy fog, amber fingers of sunrise force its retreat from shore. Mist hangs between the trees, casting an eerie glow across the grounds leading to the house. Sinewy strands of shadow claw at the gravel driveway, flanked by overgrown trees.
By E.N. Gussler4 years ago in Horror
The Keepers
The Belle View lighthouse had been empty for years. The new keeper and his daughter arrived on the island late at night, in a storm. Their new home was gloomy and musky. The only decor was a portrait of a girl on a beach, featuring the lighthouse itself in the landscape behind her. A bookshelf on the wall contained a record of all shipwrecks which had occurred there.
By Hannah Harbin4 years ago in Horror
Lakeside Carnival
Curiosity gripped at the mind as the bus circled about the lake. It was a dingey, faded green bus, that smelled like gasoline. The ghost tour Robin and her younger brother Aidan had been on had been coming to an end, the lake being the second last stop. It had been late September, the trees bare although it had seemed to early. The tour guide stood at the front – gripping the rails to keep his balance. He was haggered and his smile with a slight madness, black hair flying astray.
By Dawn Michele4 years ago in Horror
