supernatural

The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.

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
Chief Protection
“Hey, Chief?” Lance glanced up from the files on his desk to see Kevin, the newest volunteer fireman on his crew, standing in the doorway of his office. “Kevin, what can I do for ya?”
By Alex Dahl5 years ago in Horror
The Old Farmhouse
There are some families that seem to fit together so perfectly. They all love to play sports or read books or go to the beach. It’s like they have a hive mind.
By JeanN5 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
True Amusement Park Horror Story
It was the beginning of summer, I decided to go to my local amusement park. My town opens the amusement park only during summertime, I would usually spend most of my time summers indoors, watching youtube, playing video games, basically living with my introvert tendencies. I was never the type of outgoing but decided to make at least some friends this year or at least attempt to. It was around the evening time and I remember taking the bus alone. When I finally arrived and remember seeing how high the rides were, every time I look at those rides it fears me as I remember the scenes from the movie final destination where the freak accidents occur. I am personally afraid of so I would always avoid going on those tall rides.
By Presley Pereira5 years ago in Horror
Secrets in the Shadows
The sound of off-key singing to Bruno Mars’ “Uptown Funk” fills a SUV as it drives down a long road to the outside of Revelstoke, British Columbia. Martin and Claire Stannis bring up their entire family to a vacation house rental to get away from the stresses of the city. This includes Claire’s brother Max Wagner. The kids love having their Uncle Max around. He jokes with them, plays videogames, and watches Saturday morning cartoons. So, he is awesome to have around.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Horror
My brother's dead sisters were trying to warn us...
My stepfather was married before my mom, he was married to this beautiful biologist who caught a weird fungus on her skin and passed away fairly quickly, the tragedy is only worse when you take into consideration that she passed pregnant with twin girls, sadly, none of them made it.
By Pet_Elly5 years ago in Horror
Children of the Prophecy: Prologue
There was a young girl among the branches high in a forest. This girl had a large pointed nose, and piercing dark blue eyes, so dark they were almost black. She was clad in tight fuchsia silk-like pants with a matching silk-like robe on top. The sleeves and back of the robe trailed behind her as she effortlessly glided from one branch to the next. On her head, she had a matching headband keeping her long mane of golden brown hair back. On that headband was a white heart surrounded by the talon marks of an owl. She was only eight summers of age and was off doing her chores. Winter was approaching, and she and her brother needed to gather food for the upcoming months. Attached to her back was a large woven pouch that contained some nuts and fruit. She needed to fill the pouch that day; she was in an area of the forest that she hadn't been before. So she climbed and jumped to the top of the tallest tree, to look around... and found something. The edge of the forest. And something even weirder past the edge. She needed her brother to see this.
By Ben Ray 5 years ago in Horror
The Hunting Party
The Wolf of Normandy you’ve heard so much about was John Turner. He was born in Ireland, not France. He was not born in 1975. He was born much earlier. He was a much older man than you have all been led to believe. You see I know all about the man and how he changed the world. The myths told about him are mostly untrue. You see I knew him better than most, John Turner was my father.
By Tom Brad5 years ago in Horror
Safe and Sound
I work in a nursing home as an admissions coordinator. I give tours and help residents move into the facility when they’re no longer safe at home. I tell their families they’ll be safe and sound here at Covington Hills—loved and cared for. Up until now, I would have said that was true. But my residents were dying, and not from natural causes. Of that I am sure.
By Becks Byrne5 years ago in Horror
Untitled
Part One I love their pain. Their screams sound like music in my ears. Their terror tastes sweet, rich with life. All that too short, pathetic life. Their lives are nothing but a waste, only spanning 70 or 80 years, never amounting to much more than simple reproduction, creating more wasted lives. But their pain and terror… Their fear explodes through my senses like a ripe blackberry on my tongue. Their broken screams that rip their own throats is beyond music. Their torn, mutilated flesh sends a thrill through me, even at the thought. Their dying pain is beautiful and delicious.
By Emery Pine5 years ago in Horror
The Witches of Wizards Alton
Like most English counties, Stiltshire has had its fair share of witches, wise women, warlocks and various persons of pagan interests. Stiltshire folk over the centuries have been generally tolerant of such people, believing them to be at best purveyors of an ancient craft of healing and miracle working, and at worst harmless eccentrics. In the days of the witch hunts the county came under scrutiny and at first roused the interest of the witchfinders. In many a tavern could be found people who, on being plied with a few quarts or slipped the odd shilling, could be relied upon to recount lurid tales of child sacrifice, of flying broomsticks, or of elderly women indulging in unnatural practices with black cats or, more usually (this being Stiltshire), black pigs. However, on closer examination, the alleged perpetrators of these acts invariably proved to be strangers whom no-one could identify, victims’ names were curiously absent from parish registers and the secret glade in the middle of the forest always turned out to be one of a dozen such clearings, each with a blasted elm or a prominent ring of mushrooms. In the end the inquisitors, faced with this lack of hard evidence even by their standards, and increasingly out of pocket, turned their attention to other regions where the locals were more willing to betray their neighbours for the price of a pint or two.
By Tony Nunn5 years ago in Horror