supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Old Woman and the Burning Candle in the Window, part 2
Hello again friends, welcome to my second installment of this crazy tale. I've gone back to the house since the first part was written, and let me tell you, the amount of negative energy surrounding the place had me on edge the entire time. So, upon my arrival to the house, there was a gross smell, kind of like rotten meat mixed with mothballs. To me that only means one thing, a demonic presence, I took a short tour of the property to see if the smell was just in the garage or all around the house, and the smell was around the house but strongest in the garage, kitchen, master bedroom, and the greenhouse. The lady I had sit with, her daughter gave me a set of keys incase I wanted to get something from the house, like cookware or other bits and pieces of furniture they couldn't take with them when they moved, so I set out to take a look around.
By FindingYourFlowers5 years ago in Horror
The Roots of Negative Paranormal Activity
There are some very basic guidelines to keeping good energy in your house and bad energy out of your home. Let’s take a very surface level look at this on the paranormal side of things. When I tell people that I’m a paranormal investigator I’m often met with the phrase that I’m “just inviting bad things in.” In truth it’s very rare to encounter anything truly negative in a paranormal investigation. I have been a part of hundreds of paranormal investigations and I can count the times on one hand that I have actually encountered anything negative or evil. In my experience negative or evil activity has been directly related to occult rituals, black magic practitioners, and Spirit boards or Ouija boards. Most of the time the haunt is actually someone’s relative just stopping by for a visit.
By Devan Tucking5 years ago in Horror
Two true spooky stories
This isn't one of those based on a true story tales, not one of those passed down for year ones either. These were both told to me by various stories soon after they happened, one part happened to me as well so I know that bit to be true as well.
By ASHLEY SMITH5 years ago in Horror
Horror Dreaming
I normally see strange dreams. Not sure what a psychologist can interpret from them... but they make my nights entertaining, and my days creative- cause unlike movies these dreams never reach a conclusion and get to think of so many ways it can end...
By Energyia Singh5 years ago in Horror
Infinity Wheel Chapter Two
“Chew slow” thought Weety as he clutched the turkey sandwich from Miss Miriam. It was good medicine. “You have to take good medicine slow”. That’s what the doctors told him a long time ago. Bad medicine was different. It hit fast and hard and there was no choice.
By Hollye B. Green5 years ago in Horror
Kill Screen
She walked up to the front door of Adelardo's Pizza just as the men were unloading the new addition. It had been years since she'd seen an authentic arcade cabinet, let alone a vintage one like this – original panels judging by the decades of scuffs and whacks by impatient brats. They moved the machine into a corner between the big window facing the street and a row of booths and returned it to life with a snap of sparks.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Horror
Becoming A Vampire
This house sat just outside of the rest of society in New Orleans. There was a coven of nine vampires in all that lived here together. The youngest and newest in the coven was this kid named Jeffery Lewis. He grow up around these parts but not really from nowhere. His dad was hardly ever home when they had a place to call home that is! His dad spent most of his time at the bar and with being at the bar that is where the money went as well. His mother stayed around for the most part when she wasn't old doing something.
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Horror
It sounded human...
Those days were bleak and somber. My mother would exclusively care for my baby sister, providing her with all of the bare necessities a baby would need. At least, far better than she had ever provided for me. In her coal eyes, the first born was always seen as more of a curse than as a blessing. I would frequently overhear her praying at odd times of the day and of the night. Praying to someone or something that I had no idea even existed. But I knew she was praying. I knew this because of the way her frail hands were either pressed together or holding rosary beads. Sometimes she would squeeze her rosary so hard she would puncture her palms, letting her old blood coat the beads a deep red.
By Kale Sinclair5 years ago in Horror
