supernatural

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

Puddles
As I drove down the desolate wooded road, the crisp orange and red leaves of autumn cascading down, were almost enough to make me forget about my grandfather, and the long summer nights my family spent at his lake house. My sister and I would stay up telling each other ghost stories. There was one that had me tucked tightly under my blankets, night after night. It was about this woman that was found in the lake. It was said that she had been missing for four years before they found her drowned corpse, floating along the edge of the water. Her eyes had decomposed, leaving dark soulless sockets. My sister made a point of telling me that she roams the house at night, hoping that she’s still alive.
By Kyla Ware4 years ago in Horror
Heirloom
Serena fussed over her hair in the oversized silver framed mirror that hung over a white chest of drawers, gracefully picking through her blonde curls with her freshly manicured nails and artfully arranging them to frame her face. Behind her, her husband Adam was busy lint-rolling his favorite t-shirt, which had been showered in short, course, white hairs, courtesy of their dog, Phantom.
By MANDI DERRYBERRY4 years ago in Horror
Rusalka
So spake th’ apostate: Goddess of thy shore of stone, Smooth myn rocks unto solitude. Carve back myn flesh, Erode min need for pleasures of lyfe.
By Devon Nicklaus4 years ago in Horror
Lake Daemon
Don’t visit Lake Daemon, The Old Timers say. Time runs funny there. This is the warning they tell their children. And their children’s children. There’s something off about that place. No fish live in the lake. The dark water is only good for breeding mosquitoes. And tussock rushes. Vermillion clay cakes the banks, cracks when the heat sucks the water up into the sky. And in water, a peculiar viscous fog wafts and ebbs the lake’s surface like an evil, ethereal crown. The local magpies keep camp at Lake Daemon, deep seated nests balancing in the fork of oak trees. They gleefully swoop unwelcome visitors, pecking at their hair, stealing strands for their nests.
By Scott-Patrick Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Creatures of Power
The stillness of the cool and grey eerie morning atmosphere enveloped the trees in the woods, not too far away from a cabin by the sandy beach. It is in a world where the discovery of the unknown is left at the fingertips of a man who’s lived his whole life alone to explore the wonders of life.
By Vanity4 years ago in Horror
Sunset At Roseberry
Mark Diptera studied the fly trapped in a spider’s web. The web’s elastic frame bounced in response to the squirming victim, glinting reflections of the setting sun in its silk. Mark mused if the light display was strategic. Was the fly was sending an SOS? Was it rhythmically wriggling to communicate by Morse code? His only certainty was, it would not submit.
By Ethan Burt4 years ago in Horror
The Depths of Water
The Depths of Water It was a gloomy day on the Ivory Coast. The waters were bringing the wrath of the gods with them. I watched as the raging waters slapped against the sides of the fisherman boat. The captain walked over to me, “it seems like Yemoja is unleashing her fury on us today. She must be twirling her skirt of the 7 seas.” His heavy Nigerian accent swam through my ears, disrupting my day dream. I looked over at Chekiri Agha and the shadows of the clouds made his dark skin appear darker than it normally was. It sent chills down my spine.It was almost ghostly and haunting. Chekiri Agha had been sailing the waters with his father since he was a young boy. He knew the water like the back of his hand. “Checki I feel something in my spirit, something is going to happen.” Looking at me confused he let out a laugh, “Brakemi I think you should stay out of that head of yours, it does you no good. Always lost in another reality of your own, what is it this time?” I rolled my eyes at his remark and walked to the front of the boat. The grey skies seemed to intensify and the thunder began to rumble in the distance. We were heading straight for the storm, the waves got more aggressive by the minute. Chekiri Agha walked behind me to the front of the boat, “Brakemi, I am sorry if I offended you. I was just trying to lighten up your mood, you have been off to yourself all day and everyone is concerned.” I turned to Chekiri, “I am sorry for my distance but my spirit is deeply disturbed. I had a night terror and I haven’t been asleep since.” Turning around in shame I grabbed the side rails of the boat and looked off into the distant water. Lightning struck in the far distance bringing light into the gloomy clouds. Chekiri stood next to me and rested his arms against the boat. “I remember when I was a wanderer just like you, always wondering what was beyond our reality or what could be happening.
By India Bridges4 years ago in Horror
Deep Down
She shivered as she hugged herself. It was so cold. She let out a sigh. She could see her breath roll out of her mouth and dissipate around her. She shifted where she was standing. A small squishing noise emerged from underneath her. What was she doing? She wasn’t sure. Standing here any longer was a very bad idea. She needed to get out of there. But a part of her couldn’t move, didn’t even want to move. If she didn’t leave soon, she would get into a lot of trouble. She knew this. The sun was slowly starting to come up over the horizon. The sky was filling up with pink and orange colors. On a normal day, she would have enjoyed this. But not today. Today wasn’t a day of enjoying anything.
By Erika Almanzar4 years ago in Horror
Phantom Light
Abby stood motionless in the crowded front room, numb. Extended family, some she had never met, huddled and laughed as they swapped stories. Neighbors, like gossipy Mrs. Blake, trolled the room looking for any new dirt they could share with the ladies at the women’s charitable society. Fellow sea-men chided one another in pairs buoying up the perimeter of the room. Abby would not likely see them again. Many of them hadn’t seen Thomas in years. Thomas would say, “Fly by night”… “Here today, gone tomorrow.” Standing awkwardly amongst the crowd were a few stragglers that didn’t belong but came out of obligation. And then there was Kat, the only real friend in the room. The only one who understood and had been there through it all.
By T.J. Finley4 years ago in Horror
The Family Curse
Banu thought that the nightmares would stop after she and Adrik were married and moved to America. Banu insisted to Adrik that she would calm down afterwards, but she couldn’t seem to help it. The couple moved from Russia to Massechussetts just to try to escape the guilt that Banu had felt over falling in love with Adrik when her sister felt the same about him.
By Elizabeth Karns-Waters4 years ago in Horror
Laborers Return to the Forgotten Shores of Silence
Wood boards clatter to the soft shuffle of bare feet in sand. Warm sand dispersing sun kissed nostalgia in golden waves.
By The Imperious Caw4 years ago in Horror
My Home, My Basin
I have a thing about going to cemeteries when I don’t have to, especially in a place like New Orleans. But this day it is necessary. Even so, I don’t like it. It seems to be part of the human instinct that cemeteries are a bad place. No one told us these stories when we were children, we came up with them by ourselves.
By Noah Thomas4 years ago in Horror