supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Monolith
I think on some level, I knew I was dreaming when I first dreamt of the monolith. But it doesn’t matter because the dream pointed me towards something true. In the garden of Eden, the tree of forbidden fruit gave Adam and Eve knowledge of both good and evil. My monolith was like that. It was a duality that was simultaneously both real and not real. A paradox that has mystified me for over half a century as only a recurrent dream can.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
To Dance With the FaeFolk
It must be another full moon, new moon, equinox, birth, death, successful bowel movement, or any given Tuesday’s witching hour. They’re in the Faerie Ring. Again. They’ll go to the Faerie for anything. It’s like catnip to cats for them. They can’t get enough!
By MissAdventured5 years ago in Horror
Gabe
The devil had been prophesied to lose for so long, most of the faithful accepted it as a foregone conclusion, a guaranteed given, a done deal. The problem with knowing the outcome in advance is it makes it impossible to create any real dramatic tension; it doesn’t make a good story in other words. Then there’s the second teeny, tiny problem; sometimes those beliefs and prophecies are just plain wrong.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Mixed & Matched
Triggers: death, ghosts, blood, implied violence and sickness, accidental misgendering of a non-binary character. Mitch’s answer to “what the hell happened here?” was a sheepish, “We acquired a wedding dress this afternoon.” And that was enough of an explanation, I didn’t need anything else, but I still asked, “Oh, did we now?” because I was feeling frustrated and I wanted to make him feel guilty. Judging by the way his shoulders slumped, it worked very well.
By Amanda Fernandes5 years ago in Horror
The Crying Baby
I am a 21-year-old man, but I've had a lot of creepy instances happen to me in my life. Whenever I'm alone, I always seem to be scared of something, sometimes I can't sleep at night just because of one thing that happened to me when I was just a child. These stories might seem unbelievable to most people but everything I'm about to tell is true.
By Presley Pereira5 years ago in Horror
Landscape
Night was falling and the landscape remained unchanged. Before her she saw nothing but rocks and hills, mountains of forbidden terrain she was warned not to venture into, but her curiosities knew no bounds. It was local legend, the mountains that swallowed hikers. She just had to check it out for herself, it seemed so ridiculous.
By Carlz Alice5 years ago in Horror
Case Two-The Kept
The wind was knocked out of her, and she had landed hard. Somewhere nearby, it was breathing heavily. She had to listen over the short gasps for air that passed her lips and the barking dog that was ramming against the other side of the locked door. Trudy lay there frozen, exhausted…but not ready to die. Finally able to breathe, she sucked in the precious air that her body denied her a minute ago and realized a couple of ribs might have broken. She could taste the blood from the gash on her upper lip. Knowing she had to find her way out of the room, Trudy got shakily to her feet and craned her neck to look for a weapon, anything she could use to hurt or at least distract the invisible demon that was attacking her. Ducking out of the way of a lamp that flew through the air in her direction and a pair of projectile candlesticks that impaled the wall behind her, she quickly dove to crouch beside a desk where she had been working just a few minutes earlier. What the hell happened? A voice screamed inside her head over the snarl of her attacker. She and Dana were packing up to leave. They had helped the troubled spirit of John Thomas cross over, and the priest was blessing the house. Everything was peaceful. It was one of the most straightforward investigations to date. She even called Jason, who was coming to help her wrap up before taking her to his friend’s cottage on a nearby lake, telling him to take his time. She truly believed she had everything under control. Rocky, the dog she recently rescued, was now howling, and she could hear Dana calling to her. Both sounded distraught. She knew if a miracle didn’t happen soon, she might be a goner. Trudy felt the dark, rotten energy coming toward her again in a rush. Overcome by the smell of sulfur that made her gasp and stung her eyes, she willed her broken body to tumble under a nearby table then roll again when the thing picked that up and slammed it down, nearly crushing her. Jumping awkwardly to her feet, mindless of her pain, Trudy felt a low vibration. Pictures from the wall and books from the shelves came at her at a high rate of speed. It took every bit of focus she had to block the onslaught of household items now being used as weapons of mass destruction. Trudy noticed a crucifix that had been hanging on the wall sailing past her on her right, and she grabbed it before dropping and crawling between the couch and coffee table. She could feel the vise-like grip around her ankle. Now what? She kicked her free leg in the hope of making some contact but found only air. It pulled her rapidly toward the center of the room. “Let go of me, you bastard!” Grabbing on to one of the desk legs, Trudy held on with every bit of strength she had left, but whatever was yanking her was too strong and pulled her free. She watched in awe and horror as the desk rocketed to the ceiling, where it hung suspended. With the crucifix still in her hand, she bellowed, “Stop in the name of Jesus Christ.” The activity stopped for a short, sweet moment, and Trudy sucked in a shaky breath. A low rumbling started, and before she knew it, the coffee table and sofa lifted to join the desk on the ceiling directly above her. She weakly held up the cross again and watched in horror as the furnishings dropped loudly, piece by piece in rapid succession, to the floor, nearly missing her as she awkwardly somersaulted out of the way. Trudy, lying in the fetal position among the busted furniture, waited for the next attack. The room was quiet and still. She tried to climb to her knees, but the pain in her midsection stopped her. Suddenly lightheaded, she gasped for air as nausea consumed her. The energy in the room changed, and a swirling mist appeared to gather around her. Am I dying? The images around her grew fuzzy. From somewhere behind, she heard a loud bang, and before she knew what was happening, she was tumbling into open space.
By Lori Zaremba5 years ago in Horror
