supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
La Muerto Blanco
So, here is another legend that actually has some truth to it, I think. This one is called La Muerto Blanco. Now, as legend has it, there was a little girl that hated her life so much that she went to the extreme measure of erasing all traces of herself then ultimately killing herself. This act of self-loath turned this girl into and evil entity after death that allows her to continue to carry this rage and her mission of erasing herself entirely. The people that found her dead corpse, died a few days later in a gruesome ripping of the limbs.
By Vnessa Hdz4 years ago in Horror
Elm
She was only 5 years old. A young brilliant minded child. So unique eyes open wider than the skies could reach. She had short brown hair with wispy cross bangs trimmed delicately, just above her eyes. She was getting ready for her first day of kindergarten, in a brand-new house, about to leave for the day. Along with a new Step dad, and step brother and sister. She skipped her way to their first day of the new school year which just so happened to be located just a walk around the corner. Her brother and sister were older and in much higher grades than her so she did not see them much during school hours. When they got home, well, life was a different story. Here is too the beginning of a bone chilling short story that you will never forget.
By Sydney Osgood4 years ago in Horror
Lighthouse Jog (ghost story version)
The salty wind, a calming fresh scent, blew across my face cooling me down from my routine morning run. It was crisp, fresh, and the break I needed from the world. A perfect start to the day and a wonderful beginning in a new town. It was as if I was all alone, not a soul for miles and yet I could see the first early morning beach goers setting up their spot for the day. My ears caught the symphony of gulls and the voices of the waves. They didn’t demand my attention, but they didn’t reject it.
By Raven Diamond4 years ago in Horror
The Fifth Mile
The Fifth Mile. I’m not talking about driving here, I'm talking about walking. Honestly, you should be running, but it only prolongs the inevitable. Sorry, I should explain, shouldn’t I? Yes, there need to be more people who can spread the warning.
By Nathan Pileggi4 years ago in Horror
Site-17: The Beginning Verse Pt. 1
You know those stories your friends and you tell around camp fires? Or the scary tales of creatures going bump in the night? Creatures under your bed or in your closet ready to pounce at any moment and the feeling of fright washes over you as you run and hide from the worst. Well I hate to break it to you, but it's true, Boogeymen do exist just not in the forms you think they exist in. Contrary to popular belief these things don't always hide. Sometimes they are in plain site, watching and waiting. Sometimes you cant see them and at other times you interact with them on the daily bases.
By Michael L Neuhaus4 years ago in Horror
Three
There was a beat in my head. It was maybe a song, but at this point it was more of a hammering and I was starting to feel sick. I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and switched my desk lamp off. I sigh. A long, audible sound that makes the cat open her sleeping eyes and blink at me once, twice. She went back to sleep. I sat in my chair for a long time until I got up and went to the medicine cabinet.
By A. L. Meade4 years ago in Horror
Movement on the Mountain
As I took in the hot morning sun blasting through the window, the car engine roared to a level so quiet, hushed out of my mind, it would be mad to think it even running. The country lanes bent from one side to the other, willing to take hold any an unfamiliar driver. But after all, I knew those roads. Just another uneventful morning on the typically hour drive to work. You see I live in a small town around 20 miles from the city in which I worked. I won’t bother the reader with the boring life of an office desk and paperwork, but travelling back and two, daily, over several years I may add, gave that long road a sense of home to me. And I did so love the views you could witness over the short-trimmed hedges along that open road. At least until that day.
By Ethan Edwards4 years ago in Horror
It Awakes
Upon the fourth millennial anniversary of when it entered its lengthy hibernation, the occultists joined hands to encircle the ground it slumbered beneath: a great white rock, with many great and little holes that ran right through, found upon a cliff with a steep drop, marked the spot of its self-burial; in unison, they sang the chants of a language that did not belong to Man, as the Moon began to take its course betwixt the Sun and the Earth. In their white robes, as clean as their shaven bodies, the occult master bathed his flock, one by one, with a full bucket's worth of whale shark blood each, painting them red. The light continued to fade away, and the chanting grew louder, as the master climbed to stand upon the great white rock, in the black robes that were stained by his sweat and tears and urine and faeces and blood, a second coat to his long, unwashed hair and beard, that engulfed his body entirely. Only as the Sun was covered fully by the Moon, did the occultists each pull a wooden rod from their robes, aligned jagged, loosely fitted blades, and slit their throats, falling as to let the blood flowing from them pour into a hole of the great white rock, staining and lubricating the inside, as well as forming red puddles beside the exits. The occultist master continued the chanting alone, emptying his bowels and stomach as he did so, a sludge oozing from each end of the hollow tube tube ran through him. His eyes rolled back to white, and he dropped his robes to reveal his mouldy, rotten form.
By Charles Robertson4 years ago in Horror
Guise of a Fox
“Got anything fun planned for spring vacation, Kobayashi?” The feminine voice startled him from his reading, and Ryuu Kobayashi looked up from the article on his phone to find Himiko Yukimura approaching him. He returned her eager grin and moved over on the bench. “Uh, not really.” The university only gave them a week, and to Kobayashi, that wasn’t much time to travel.
By Lysandra Sherwood4 years ago in Horror
The Elevator
A loud knock banged on my bedroom door woke me up from my long nap after work. I hadn't even changed. Grumbling, I opened the door to my roommate. Her aura was black as the night. There was ill intent wrapped around her spirit. Nervously, I twisted my long brown hair into a bun. Her gum smacked loudly in her mouth.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
The Doll
I found the doll at a tag sale, buried under ragged stuffed animals and Barbie dolls with bad haircuts. She was tall—about 18 inches—and had curly black hair that turned blueish in the sun. Her eyes were green and had lids that opened and closed when you tilted her. She reminded me of the dolls my grandma used to collect. When I was a kid, I’d spend my weekends at her house. I’d always beg her to let me play with those dolls, but she’d tell me they were just for show. Now here I was, twenty-five years old and buying a porcelain doll at a yard sale so I could finally play with it. Odd, I know, but I felt like the doll was meant for me. Hell, she even looked like me, if you took away the Victorian-style dress she was wearing and replaced it with blue jeans and an old T-shirt.
By Becks Byrne4 years ago in Horror
