supernatural

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

At the Top of the Maid's Staircase
Staying home from school was a luxury, and one I was not given too often. But on this occasion I would say I was quite ill, near death for sure. My mother wasn’t too happy when she pulled the thermometer from my mouth, the fever tipping just over 101 degrees. I’d certainly not be allowed to attend school. As she stood there over me waving the thermometer and grimacing with displeasure, she made a decision. Not wanting to miss out on her daily lunch mimosas and gossip fest with her friends to stay home with a feverish child, my mother decided that 11 years old would be the perfect time for me to learn how to fend for myself, plague and all.
By Nicole Deviney4 years ago in Horror
Moss Walls
They say the walls screamed after it saw the horrors inside–collecting in the stone each decibel of terror that came from the mouths of Theodore Moss and his teenage daughter, Bea. Sometimes, even on the stillest of nights, when the crickets song has tucked away the anxious sun and the darkness begins to tell secrets, passersby claim they hear a wind whistling, rattling the shell of the Moss Victorian mansion so aggressively that such a force could only come from within its belly.
By Flora4 years ago in Horror
Glimmer
I sprung out of my bed so quickly that I almost knocked myself hard onto the ground. Crap. Crap. Crap. I couldn't believe that I forgot about the plans I made with Sarah. We were supposed to meet up at the park at exactly 12 o'clock midnight, but instead, I was snoozing my head off the whole hour. My eyes were still adjusting, so I was practically walking like a chicken without a head in my room for the first few minutes.
By Kalina Xiong4 years ago in Horror
Green Light
I don’t know when I first noticed it. I felt like it had been there forever. A solid, bright, green light. Alone in the darkness.
By Jonty Q Wright4 years ago in Horror
Amelia
I fumble about in bed, my body temperature steadily increasing as I grow a fever unlike any I’ve ever had in the past. I can feel sweat droplets tumbling off of my forehead and trickling down my temples towards my chin. I begin to cry a light sob, almost inaudible as I rock back and forth in bed, whispering for my partner to please wake up, to please help me snap out of this. I’m hot, I can’t catch my breath. I feel for my partner, but he’s not there. I can’t feel his presence at all.
By Natalee Welch4 years ago in Horror
Of Course I’d Kill for It
Everyone always complimented Lily, such beautiful eyes. But she wouldn’t take them to the grave. Green and Hazel. I couldn’t stop thinking of those eyes. Soon they would be mine. I adored and hated heterochromia. The asymmetry on a face, one eye green, one eye hazel. Yet it somehow made a face more intriguing. Same as the gray strands of hair from the brown-haired boy. I grin, now his hair will no longer grow. Same as the tongue of the woman who bragged she could eat a ghost pepper without sweating, now she will never taste or brag. They were in the back of my closet after all, soon to be joined by the eyes. I chuckle, I may one day have a whole person in my closet.
By Devereaux Faux4 years ago in Horror
Dream Series
Whenever I have a dream, it’s usually very vivid. It’s so vivid that I remember details. Whether it’s the detail of the place, the color, what people are wearing, what people are saying, I will remember it all after I’m awake. Some dreams are so bizarre, it's almost like I’m a character in a movie. Some dreams, I’m not even in it but I was inside of somebody else. I can feel their fear, their energy and see through their point of view. Sometimes when I told friends or family of my dreams, I joke that it might be a portal to a parallel universe. I changed so much in the dream, one night I could be a soldier in the middle of a war, and the other night I was living life not knowing that I was actually a spirit and I have died for a while. I know, it is very interesting. This story is based on one of my dreams that I have recently.
By icyflows4 years ago in Horror
Lost in The Woods
Genre: Dark Fantasy TRIGGER WARNING - self-harm, suicidal ideation, scary imagery, violence, death Estimated Reading Time: About Twenty Minutes Lost in The Woods Copyright © 2021 C.M. Wells All Rights Reserved No portion of this publication may be reproduced, stored in any electronic systems, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, or otherwise, without written permission from C.M. Wells. Brief quotations may be used in literary reviews. For Direct Information, Contact C.M. Wells with the Provided Contact Information Below Email: [email protected] Facebook Messenger: m.me/the.inkwell.dragon Call or Text: 260-233-1822 For More Information on Upcoming Releases or Content Follow me on these social media sites Website: buymeacoffee.com/c.m.wel NaNoWriMo: theinkwelldragon Instagram: @cmwells.author Facebook Page: @cmwellsauthor
By C.M. Wells4 years ago in Horror
Siren
She was here. He could almost hear her screams, faint and echoing. He had solved the mystery, spent 15 years finding her, and knew unequivocally that he would save her.
By Josh O'Neill4 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Chupacabra
Mr. Michel Morris was a businessman of late Victorian era, he had the business of dairy products in northern England. Morris family was not in this business till the industrial revolution, Michel’s forefathers were peasants and came into this business in the era of industrial revolution of Europe. His great grandfather Mr. Peter Morris established and consolidated the business at Europe level. The business passed on to Michel’s father and then from his father to him. Being the only son of his father, he succeeded his father’s estate. He was a well-educated man, with a smart and beautiful wife. Mrs. Morris was a woman of high intellect. The only pain in the Morris couple’s life was that they had no children, Despite of their 12 years of happy marriage they were unable to have kids.
By Arpan Das4 years ago in Horror
In Viridis
Bethany Wilkins was beginning to get nervous. It had been two hours since Ricky and Hunter left to investigate the strange noise; surely they should have been back by now.
By Blake Anglin4 years ago in Horror
Undeath
Four, three, two, one and she's back. She was gone for eight minutes and nine seconds this time. How long could she take this? How long before she could go and never have to return? That's why she had volunteered. To be able to go and never have to return. This was her way out. Every time she made up her mind to not go back she was pulled away from death.
By Nelly Black4 years ago in Horror