supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Art of Paranormal Homicide
My second book, Paranormal Homicide is a gruesome crime thriller with a supernatural twist! Set in the northern town of Runcorn. British Police must investigate a series of disturbing murders, that soon lead to a much darker presence that lurks the night streets of this once peaceful little town. Paranormal Homicide is full of insidious demons and creepy hauntings. When producing this book, I drew a lot of the horrors that would await readers within this Supernatural Thriller! Be wary reader, the contents you are about to see are of horrifying deaths and grotesque monsters from the deepest depths of hell.
By Joseph Roy Wright4 years ago in Horror
Ceremony
It was beginning. After thousands of years of planning, passing down the ancient secrets, rituals and rites, was it finally happening. The drums came to a deafening crescendo, then stopped. Umbula, The Grand Prophet, stepped up to the pulpit. He looked among his followers, his precious acolytes, now numbering just over 11,000. A little over half were gathered here, in a cave in the Dead Sea. The other half were gathered in small groups all over the world; ready, chanting, waiting.
By Josh O'Neill4 years ago in Horror
Room 210
Night crept into the small town of Seaside Bay. With a population of over a thousand, and most residents only being elderly, the streets and neighborhoods became quiet. Too quiet, in fact. You couldn’t hear the late night televisions on, the lazy folks who tidied up at the last minute and were now putting their trash outside, or even the dogs barking at a squirrel down the street.
By A. M. Meyers4 years ago in Horror
It's Just a Horse Fly: chapter 1
The rain was a devastating thing, destroying cars, and people, bringing them back to the earth they originally came from. some were lucky enough to Jam themselves into the nearest building avoiding the catastrophe. Vivian Cheever was such a lucky case as she hid in trader Joe’s. listening to her music. the only means she had to distract herself from the agonizing screams of civilians. Her phone rang begging for her to pick up.
By Qwill R. Brennan4 years ago in Horror
Reed's Literary Horror Review of 'Magpie Coffin' (2020), by Wile E. Young
The protagonist of this book, Black Magpie, kinda reminds me of The Killer of Saints, from Preacher. He's entirely unlikable and that's the whole fucking point. He's grim, cruel, and far too willing to kill innocent people. If anything, Black Magpie is far less indestructible than Killer of Saints. Basically, from the setup, if you try to shoot him, you will miss due to a spell warding him from bullets. This leads to collateral damage as often people trying to shoot him will shoot others around him by accident. It's a nifty ability that doesn't make Magpie overly invincible but convinces a lot of people that he is. Basically, drop the gun and try your luck with a bowie, if you got brass balls the size of cantaloupes. That, or get your hands on the one gun that's specially warded to shoot him (this will come up later).
By Reed Alexander4 years ago in Horror
Terror of the Desert
People have described him as an asshole, but he’s never concerned himself with what others think. To him, the world is just littered with self-righteous do-gooders, so it really doesn’t matter how he is. Except with her – he'd do anything for her. His girlfriend is a strong-willed woman with a fiery personality who knows just how to meet him head-on. Unfortunately, they’re currently separated by a desert while she cares for some family in Phoenix. He has plans to visit her this weekend, but decides to surprise her by coming out a day early. He’s a few hours from the city still when he spots a rundown shack, presumably selling flowers from the looks of it.
By Ashley Gomez4 years ago in Horror
Boredom Is A Dangerous Thing
None of it made sense. No name. No address. Just a small box wrapped in brown paper with three handwritten chicken scratch sentences. Without a birthday or holiday or any kind of special occasion in sight, I had nothin'. The real kicker, the part that baffled me the most, was how it got in my mailbox in the first place—you need a key to open it.
By Kat Noland4 years ago in Horror
A Faustian Trade
To you this must asked How far can you go to have What you greatly need? The small roll of paper slipped from my fingers, it’s question in calligraphic handwriting knitting my eyebrows as it teasingly floated in the air, just barely out of grasp. Digging both heels into the muddy floor, I snatched it and scanned the surrounding grassy field around me for anything else that seemed out of place. The whistling of an Autumn breeze through a cluster of oak trees and the ringing crickets kept me company as I scoured the bare land.
By Paola Olivas4 years ago in Horror
Twin Spells
The Kindly twins, Gracie and Georgia, were the talk of Salem, Kentucky. They were known for their ravishing looks, and perfect bodies. They were slaves to vanity. However, nobody knew where all this wealth came from. They lived in a huge 10 bedroom mansion, and it seemed like their parents were never around. They drove themselves to school. They threw unsupervised parties. Whatever they wanted to do they did. However; these twins had a much darker lifestyle than you can see with the naked eye.
By Brittany Fuller4 years ago in Horror
PH//FACES
"Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places” Howard P. Lovecraft Casey’s hands were spread out infront of him. He could feel the sticky texture of dried coffee stains and syrup beneath his fingers – no one had cleaned the table before he and his father occupied it. He had been digging into the guck for the last 4 minutes. His father’s battered, bloodied and bruised face was the inciting element that sent every molecule, thought and mental defect into overdrive in a matter of seconds.
By Patrick Santiago4 years ago in Horror
Slide and Lock Puzzle Box
I love haunted items and objects, not because their haunted but because of the brilliant detail each one has. I've always proved that the items that I bought are not haunted by doing every test there is to prove there's no such thing as the paranormal. I don't believe in the supernatural, but I have this love fantasy about the many creepypastas and urban legends. I've even done countless so-called haunted rituals because I hoped something might happen, but of course, it all ends up being untrue. This has never stopped the love I had or the subject though, in fact, they inspired me to tap into my darker side and publish some of my own creepy stories and rituals on Reddit. It was around the time that I've gotten a pretty nice 500 following when I stumbled across this page called "Ebay's Haunted Basement". The page was runner by a man named Gary and he wrote about the different haunted items that he buys from eBay that are supposedly haunted. He also included his customers' experiences and any updates he gave them whenever he bought a new item.
By V-Ink Stories4 years ago in Horror
