supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
My Coming of Age Ghost Story. Runner-Up in Identity Challenge.
Where was I? Rather, When was I? I seemed to be standing on the same piece of ground I knew so well, but like a slide projector, time was flickering away in front of me. I was a child. The room was crowded and warmed by the body heat. Loud, crowded, safe. A fire was burning. I kept trying to get close to it and my mom kept pulling me away. How the flaming red embers allured me, crumbling to ash after being so alive just moments before. The blue-green at the very center of the flame, I wanted to live in that place. Always warm, always protected.
By M.C. Murphy 5 years ago in Horror
Consequences
“Explore the abandoned hospital, Jordan said. It’ll be fun, George said. I’m surprised Henry went along with this… he pisses himself just walking out of his parent’s basement if the lights off.” Jessica grumbled as she walked down the dark hallway. “Nobody said anything about monsters. I am so going to kill all three of them when I get the chance.” Jessica paused, and sighed. “Well, if the monster doesn’t kill them first.”
By Patrick O'Connor5 years ago in Horror
RESILIENCE, CONTEST ENTRY
Like a waking dream, the Sky-eater came to me again last night. There was no time to prepare myself as the too-terribly-familiar presence of the nightmare in the sky invaded me, forced its way inside me, the monumental psychic girth of its presence worming into my mind, touching and scraping at the insides of my skull with cruel, questing fingers. Searching me, my thoughts, in what was our most intimate ritual, this nightly game of keep-away.
By Brendan M. Rowe5 years ago in Horror
Barns Red Whisper
That faint red hue, like a mist over a bog. It calls out every night, like an instinct that tells someone’s watching. I try not to indulge, my grandfather says there is no light, it’s just another barn, unused for decades. It mystifies me he doesn’t see what I do, although the barn is miles away I see it as if it were on our own lot. Working the fields in the day it plays its siren song, like a mosquito buzzing past my ear but smoother. I can feel it play around my ankles, crawl up my shirt, whizz past my nose, these slight alluring tingles like a woman trying to seduce a potential mate with the caress of her finger. I feel it glide across my skin and it always lifts off in the direction of the barn.
By Rayne Lalonde5 years ago in Horror
The Little Blue Ribbon Part 3
I sit at work bored. It's Friday, I have nothing to do for the weekend, and I don't want to spend the weekend alone, nor do I want to go to a bar. "What do I do?" I murmur out loud. My co-worker and long-time friend Becky sitting across from me, says, "How about something different for a change?" I laugh, thinking to myself, "I'm gay, trust me, different I've been doing for a long time. But I held my tongue." I replied, "Like?" She added. "Try this, think of a place you would love to go, and you were leaving that day; then ask yourself what would be that one thing I would regret not doing. Then do that." I Laugh and look over my glasses at her and say, "Is that a dare?" She smiles, "Kinda." I reply, "You know me, and you know how this is going to end." "I do, and that's why I love you, Jed. You do the stuff." She smiles and sits down.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Horror
