supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Monkey
Monkey By Mark J. Wilcoxen Adding five sugars to my coffee, I sit down back at my desk. It was Monday night so it was my job to take any calls that came in and I’d need the caffeine and sugar to stay awake. Other than the ritualistic call from old Mrs. Anderson insisting that someone was lurking around her duck coop, my shift was a quiet one.
By Mark J. Wilcoxen 4 years ago in Horror
Dream's End
When I was younger, I used to dream about a little boy. In my dreams we would run and play, visiting places and seeing things that I could never imagine. It would not happen every night and I remember looking forward to those nights that I dreamed of my friend. It finally occurred to me though once when waking up and being lucky enough to recall my dream that I didn't even know who this boy was, he just was. One night I asked him, "Who are you."
By Thomas Blakeman5 years ago in Horror
The Woman and The Plantation
I was standing in a large front yard. In front of me was a plantation style home. It was a huge white double story plantation style mansion. I had never seen anything like it before. I could hear people to left of me. It sounded as though they were talking. No that wasn’t it. I believe I can hear someone crying. I walked about 300 meters and I could see two African women sitting on the ground. One was crying intensely on to the older woman’s shoulder. They appeared to be mother and daughter. The two of them wore similar clothing to each other. It reminded me of what you saw servants wearing in the old movies. I still found it unbelievable that slaves were ever owned. The whole concept on slavery angered me. I heard the young woman say, “I couldn’t do nothing Mama. Why didn’t she talk to me? I could have helped her. She was my friend Mama.” Her mother replied, “I know Sweety. But you listen to me, Ebony. The mother pointed towards the plantation. That girl in there, she needs your prayers.” The daughter continued to cry. I asked the mother if she was going to be okay. But no one responded to me. I tried again and still no response. I walked around and sat down right in front of the both and they couldn’t see me. However, the minute I saw the younger girl she reminded me of someone. It took just a second before I remembered her from the Jail cell dream. She had grabbed the brown-haired woman from my other dream. They couldn’t see or hear me. Was I just a spectator to all this? I made my way back to the plantation to investigate what was happening.
By Brandon Jones5 years ago in Horror
Sweet treat
Walking home late from a party around 11:30pm. I know a young woman like me shouldn't walking alone in the streets at night, But I had to get home. For whatever reason the street seem unusually quiet for a Friday night . I try to ignore it and pick up the pace. I was only four blocks away. At a bus stop sat an old women, her legs were sticking out and I did not see it, causing me to tripped over her feet. I fall to the ground with a hard thud. " you fucking hag "! I cried while picking myself up of the ground. " pull in your feet next time you see someone coming". I said. She said nothing, the old woman slowly lift up her head at me, then stared into my eyes . . With a big smile on her face he said, " am so sorry dear I hope you are all right? Mama Aradia didn't mean any harm". she smiled her, gums were black like coal with no teeth. I stood back then said " no worries am ok, sorry for calling you a hag". Then old women reached into her bag to pull out something wrapped in foil. " her sweetheart a treat for my troubles " . When I reach out to take it from her, the women grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her. " Diana and Lucifer were my creators and soon we'll be your stepmother and stepfather!". I moved my hand away from her and took the item she was passing on to me, running home at this point as I hear her laughing behind me. When I got home I was shaking, hearing her rhyme play over and over in my head . I place the items she gave me on the counter and just stared at it. " I have to see what's inside " I said to myself and I opened....it was chocolate cake. I locked my eyes on it and I couldn't look away. For some reason I wanted bad even if it kills me..... I took a big bite of the creamy milk chocolate cake as it running down my throat mixed with warm saliva tingle my soul every time I think about it. I wished I can enjoy that bite of chocolate once again. The sweet taste of crumble of the cake falling from my hands back down to my counter, oh how it was so hard to resist. I've been told many times to never touched this lovely decadent treat but I had to have it. It was like a monster craving, not that craving you get when eating ice cream or Skittles, but the craving you get in the middle of the night that you want something and you wanted now! I had it, it was in my hands and in my reach, now down my throat and in my stomach..in the coffin with me. Do I regret it? no!!! I knew I was allergic to chocolate and I knew the risk. I thought I had it under control . but for some reason I couldn't help myself . This cake was so delicious I couldn't just walk away, after eating two slices of chocolate cake I knew I was in trouble. I waited at the kitchen table for my fate as my throat started to close up and my cheeks began to swell, I knew this was the end. Being a ghost is not so bad, but it does hurt my heart to see my mother cry. the benefit of being dead is I can eat all the chocolate cake I want. But nothing could compare to that delicious slices of chocolate cake Aradia gave me.
By Cozette Aviles5 years ago in Horror
Living Dead Girl
The motel blankets were rough against Trey's skin as he lay on his side, staring at the quiet figure in the other bed. She sat against a pile of pillows, her knees up around a heaping bowl of chocolate ice cream that sat in her lap. Her eyes were glued to the television screen as some horrible reality show played on mute with French subtitles.
By E. M. Otten5 years ago in Horror
Happy Devoted Birthday!
“Mom, are you sure grandma is ok to come home?” “Yes, Alicia, she is fine. Your dad picked her up from the nursing home yesterday so we could spend time with you on your birthday. Besides, it’ll be great since you haven’t seen her in a long time,” my mother said with an upbeat attitude. 12 years ago was the last time I saw my grandma, and we don’t have a great relationship. The last time I visited her, I had accidentally stepped into her rose garden to grab a soccer ball, and she was beyond livid. Once I retrieved the ball, she snatched me by my arm and threatened to eat my soul if I went near the garden again. I ran crying to my dad about it, but he shrugged it off, stating that grandma was just passionate about her garden. It might’ve been nothing to them, but for me, it was traumatizing. Sometimes she would call throughout the years to see how I was doing, but nothing more and nothing less.
By Asea B Moore5 years ago in Horror
The Light
The Light Written By J.Newell My story begins with a knock at the door. Two police officers, hats in hands and death in their eyes stood before me. They opened their mouths to speak but I already knew what words would stumble out and fall onto the floor. "Mr. Brooks, may we come in?" "Please take a seat Mr. Brooks." "Mr. Brooks, your wife passed away last night." "Mr. Brooks, the cause of death was exhaustion from swimming, your wife swam right out into the lake in her night gown." But I already knew all this. I knew every detail of what happened, because I watched it happen. I watched from the greenhouse window on the third floor of our house by the lake. I watched while sipping on a searing hot coffee as my deluded, insane wife swam out to the horizon in the middle of the night because of a light. A light. Something that haunted her in her dreams and in the waking world, her words, not mine. Something that she became so obsessed with that she risked, and lost her own life to try and prove to me that she was not insane. She said that the light beckoned her, called for her, needed her, and that she would "go to it, make contact and bring it back to me". A brilliant green light, she said, that pulsated with a high pitched metallic drone.
By Jack Newell5 years ago in Horror
Apostate
It was about a quarter past seven and the sun just started to touch the horizon line when I saw him. I was sitting out on my front porch chair, finishing off the last of my tobacco and there he was. I had heard people talking about him in the feed store, whispers in the church house, but to actually see him was something else! Seeing him like this was different, it was kinda scary.
By Brent Harris5 years ago in Horror
The Encounter
The following is the account of Edward J. Ploch, 32 year old Research Assistant at Miskatonic University. Working under Professor Tyler M. Freeborn, Head of the Anthropology Department at Miskatonic University. He selected Mr. Ploch shortly after receiving his Master’s Degree in Cultural Anthropology to assist him in various research projects. Specifically, those that focused on the religious practices of ancient cultures. This was Mr. Ploch’s focus during his time at University.
By The Esoteric Collective5 years ago in Horror
The Apparition
My name is Brent Johnson. But off course I had already told you that before. I have just finished my shift at the abattoirs, and I am on my way home. As I was driving home from work, I thought to myself “Things didn’t seem like they could get any worse. Despite all my efforts it seemed like Rose kept drifting further and further away from me.” I was so confused because she said that she wanted to be with us and make it work. She said she had been getting help. Yet she always seems so angry with me. At least she is giving Kim attention. My mind usually wondered like this on the way home. Over the last couple weeks Rose had been acting very strange. Maybe I am overthinking it. After all she had run off before and stated that she wanted to make things work. She said that she was getting help to address post-natal depression. But in the time, I have been here; she has not had a single appointment. I really should bring that up to her but anytime I try to bring up an issue she gets upset and starts getting emotional.
By Brandon Jones5 years ago in Horror
