supernatural

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

Swimming with the Demon
“Rod, I know I should have told you this a long time ago,” said Lucy, “and I know this is just about the worst time I could be telling you, since you’re leaving next week, but I’ve liked you for a long time—I mean really liked you—and I hate that you’re moving away. I think you’re the coolest and sweetest person I’ve ever met, and it would kill me if I couldn’t see you anymore. I just needed you to know that, and I hope we can still find a way to hang out. Hearts, Xs…crap.”
By Daniel Johnson4 years ago in Horror
The Farm on Bleak Pond
The unnatural odor akin to wet wool with a hint of singed hair told Marjorie something was wrong before she could see so in the sleeting rain and darkness. Her feet were carrying her down toward the shore of Bleak Pond even though she willed them not to, and she found herself repeating a kind of prayer in her head: This isn't real. This isn't real. This cannot be real.
By Tiffany Morgan4 years ago in Horror
My Mythical Ancestor
History comes hauntingly alive as I walk barefoot over the white sand along side the pristine azure colored water of the Southern Ocean.
By Michelle Robson4 years ago in Horror
He's In a Better Place
The feeling of being watched. That's what she'd describe it as. Alice looked across the lake's placid surface, searching for the source. A dark sheet of glass with a soft bob and sway. No swimmers, it was October now and much too cold to get in. Not even a boat broke the calm surface. The far end of the lake was surrounded by a collection of hills and crags that cast a shadow over its lush pine-covered bank. The trees were in generous bunches until a certain point--then they pricked out at odd angles like toothpicks. She stared for a few seconds, her eyes trying to make sense of the illusion. They were sticking out of the water, she realized. The tops of the trees stood tall and sharp but around mid-trunk they disappeared eerily beneath the water's surface.
By R Mill4 years ago in Horror
No Swimming
Daniel sees his wife in her bathing suit running towards the lake. He sternly warns her not to get in there. “Honey, you know that there is no swimming allowed in the lake. Please don’t go in there.”
By Tyrone Livingston4 years ago in Horror
Vanity
The woods were dark and eerie, breaks in the treetops giving way to the moon’s gentle beams. The silence of the late summer’s night was broken by petrified screams and footsteps as they thundered through the air. A young man sprinted through a small clearing in the woods, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. His bare chest being scratched up by thistles and pine needles as he ran through them.
By Juniper Woodstone4 years ago in Horror
Founder's Fountain
An atmo-blimp passes over head. Its digital banner scrolls, “Mother Angel Arrival in One Day - Check your Eligibility Now.” Hopeful young women stop in the streets. Their yearning faces crane towards the sky, desperate for their monthly visitation. They beckon to the holographic angels descending with babies in their arms.
By Jessica Berkmen4 years ago in Horror
The Night Lulu Cried
AIIIIYYYYEEE!!! – the shrill shriek pierced the stormy fall night over the crack of lightning, booming thunder, howling winds, and the crashing Lake Talula waves. The soundwave silenced the Northern Vermont wooded terrain. Visiting fishermen and campers paused their revelry only to dismiss the whimpering cry of some misfortunate animal.
By Jeremy Christopher4 years ago in Horror
Lake has waves
That day didn't happen. The night had soaked itself into the hours and that feeling arose again, this unstable, gnawing feeling of intense need. It was itching underneath my skin, crawling and growing. Attaching itself to my bones, chafing. I stumbled back on the sand, pulling myself consciously away from the shore where the shrill of cold touched the digits of my feet. Pulling me from my hallucination, Emry wrapped her fingers around my arm, fake nails digging into my skin, I stepped further backwards. "I think we should all go to bed, have an early one."
By Madison Dell'aquila4 years ago in Horror
Serene Rex
Serene Rex The boots in the corner are his or were his and she has been ignoring them since she came back to their summer cabin. She sat in the car for an hour before coming inside but the sun was starting to go down and she had already lost the day. Her desire was an early morning arrival to get this place ready to be sold. She was sure it would be a mess outside but this was not the case she thought the basement would be flooded but Nathan’s repair seems to be holding.
By Whitney Davis 4 years ago in Horror
In a Cave by the Lake
The ferric smell of Farmer Ralph’s blood mixed with the funk of ripening cheese. Stout, sturdy, and sporting a crew-cut, this overall-wearing woman in her late sixties kept a stone face. She had a machete in one hand and pressed her other hand against her bleeding hip.
By J.S. Kohout4 years ago in Horror
Seven Times Seven
Yes, it is nearly 2330 hrs. October 30th, 2021, about forty-nine years ago, I sat in this same place. That night thirteen of us sat by this small lake and placed in the rushing stream. We drank large amounts of whiskey, rum, and associated alcoholic beverages, including some awful-tasting aged beer from India.
By Bruce Curle `4 years ago in Horror