supernatural

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

Can water commit murder?
“Can water commit murder?” I asked as we both bit back our shots of alcohol. “Why not?” the near-stranger in the Letterman jacket standing next to me asked as he looked at his now-empty small plastic cup with derision. Opening and closed his mouth as if to air out the bitterness resting on his tongue. Looking every bit at a man who’d just swallowed poison. “It can be a liquid, a gas, a solid… why not a murderer.” His voice was low, sapped as if he were speaking in his sleep, and this scene was a bad nightmare.
By Eric Pereira4 years ago in Horror
Uncle Albert
No. It wasn’t. OK. I was five years old. I had nightmares all the time. But this one... I don’t know how to tell it to you.
By Brad Boesen4 years ago in Horror
The Lake Bed
She lay on the filthy bed, and tried to ignore the sensation of grimy handprints, still warm on her naked flesh. She has a break now, it seemed, from the hours of rutting she'd had to endure that day alone. They would be back soon, she knew, wanting more. Always wanting more. They took what they wanted, and left their filth and feces behind, smeared all over her skin.
By Guenneth Speldrong4 years ago in Horror
Eight glasses a day to keep the demons away ...
Part One: Mother The family is gathered at the long table overlooking the lake at the back of my father's house—in reality, the lake is a pond, but my father demands grandeur from all his things. Now that he is gone, my mother has reluctantly claimed his seat at the helm. Like the pond, his seat at the table is grand. Like the table, it is made of Cypress—the eternal wood. It will never rot, nor any insect infect it. My father was so sure of it, he had the grand table and chairs set as close to pond's edge as possible. Taunting the dark water to a challenge.
By @K_L_Rivera4 years ago in Horror
Prison dare
Walking through an abandoned prison was not my idea of fun. But a dare is a dare and I'm not going to be the guy who said no to a date. If I did, my time in highschool would be officially over. I was carrying a video camera with me to record the experience because everyone was too chicken to come with me. I had just moved to this town so I had to cement myself amongst my classmates immediately or I would be doomed to obscurity. According to one of the kids who gave me the dare this prison was left abandoned about ten years ago. Reports of abuse and the like had been coming out of the prison for years as well as a number of "missing" inmates.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Horror
Beneath the Surface
Staring at my reflection in the crystal lake as my body lies prone upon the dock that extends from the backyard of our families lake house.
By Jason Charotte 4 years ago in Horror
The TikTok Challenge to Die For
TikTok, now you’re dead, Spend the night in fear and dread With the ghosts from dusk till dawn Will you live, or will you die?
By Rick Collins4 years ago in Horror
The Inspirations of Stephen King
ONE The nightmare, which would continue to haunt the town for another twelve years, began on the eve of Christmas when two young children were neglected by their parents and forced to walk home in the chilling winter of 1978. During this year-round of snow and blizzards, laughter had been absent and instead replaced with a harrowing fear that pulsed throughout the small, rural town of Bellmare. There was something different about this chilling winter, a whisper of something dangerous as the townsfolk hid in the comforts of their own home- too afraid to venture outside after dark.
By Sammy4 years ago in Horror
The Weave
In a developing nation a prostitute screamed her final scream. No one cared about it except to then sell the body parts it would seem.
By Christopher “CJ” Herring4 years ago in Horror
The River
The sun was almost gone, making the river a vibrant pink and orange. The fall air was crisp, but not painfully cold, requiring only a hoodie and jeans. I knew the snow was coming and the river would freeze soon enough, but tonight I wanted to enjoy the end of summer on the dock, with my hot chocolate and my book. Alone. Curled up in my chair at the end of the dock, my drink getting cold next to me, I closed my book and looked out across the river. There were tiny islands everywhere, and I could see people in the distance getting things ready for the cold winter. They would be leaving soon, and I couldn’t wait until everyone was gone.
By Liz 4 years ago in Horror
Deals
Three hours ago the sky was clear, the wind at our backs, and the sea was wonderfully calm. Me and my men were singing and drinking after a successful raid on a small port village. Now we were in the middle of a raging storm and a maelstrom that had opened in the middle of it all. On top of that cannonballs were flying past and occasionally hitting the ship. The cannonballs were from an English Navy ship that had been dispatched just for us. I'll admit I did feel special at this moment.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Horror
Laundromat
Isaias sat sideways on the very last of a line of pale blue fiberglass chairs that were connected by a thick single metal bar underneath. He was looking out of the large laundromat glass window at the sky above the old run-down buildings that lined the street.
By Malena Lopez4 years ago in Horror