supernatural

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

Favor for a Favor
` Favor for a Favor written Mary lay next to me in bed. She was so beautiful. I opened my eyes and checked the time. Shit, it was 10:40 p.m.! I needed to get home.
By rodney funches5 years ago in Horror
Over the Ridge
OVER THE RIDGE WRITTEN BY LUKE KRUGER-AIMONE A gleeful laugh echoed across Breakneck Bluff. June made effortless leaps down the rocky mountain path, her brother’s pleas a mere afterthought. If he were to fall and kill himself, that would be on him. No, there was no one who would keep her from reaching that river at the bottom, shimmering like fiery diamonds in the twilight.
By Luke X.O5 years ago in Horror
The Devil In The Details
Her fingers were numb with panic as she fumbled with the locks on the door. She felt her heart rattling in her ribcage as the blood struggled to reach her extremities. Her skin had already started to blister and crack. Time was running out. The door was three inches thick and made of solid timber. It had four metal bolts and a state-of-the-art lock that a greasy salesperson with a moustache had assured her was ‘unpickable’. She leaned against the door and rattled the handle as if checking to see that it was genuinely there. She had begun to rent the tiny flat less than the month ago. A safehouse. It was cramped, the kind of place that should’ve been described as cosy but the whole room was rank with cold, the only feature of note was a huge oak desk. Shivering she tried to catch her breath, as she crossed the small room, Crouched down and touched her hands to the bitterly cool metal of a safe. The textured dial spun neatly beneath her fingers. From the safe she retrieved a Ruger LC pistol, a bottle of Jameson whisky, and a small, black, leather book. She placed the whiskey and book on the table and checked the gun. Seven bullets sat in the magazine and one in the chamber. She placed the gun on the desk and after a greedy yet much needed swig from the bottle, she began to push the heavy desk towards the door. The book began to shake as the desk vibrated. The smell of age clung to its thick black binding, the grain of the leather sat deep and speckled, the dead cells of some unfortunate creature now a pleasing pattern for the eye.
By Gabeicus5 years ago in Horror
Sketchbook
He didn’t have any definitive evidence however he knew the tree moved. It was not possible for a tree that stood over two stories high and having a base more than four feet in diameter to move however this one did. Since moving into the farmhouse a week ago every afternoon he sat on the back porch and sketched the entrance to the forest in his Moleskine sketch pad. Stephen now reviewing his sketch would say with some confidence that the tree moved precisely four feet to it’s right. Prone to fantastical thought he hesitated to tell his wife and once he saw her reaction, he immediately wished he hadn’t. Without words he could hear the word relapse come from her. She was always supportive and understanding of his fluctuating mental health, it’s why they moved away from the city with the hope that the new scenery would help alleviate some of the stress and allow him to focus on finally getting his anxiety and delusions under control.
By Jason Fischer5 years ago in Horror
Words Like Wildfire
It wasn't until she had run several miles in the opposite direction of her front door that Serenity finally felt the release of one of the threads of tension strung across her chest; the only problem was, it felt like there were a thousand more still holding strong. God, she wanted to scream. But she knew this town and its inhabitants all too well. The judgment and gossip that would follow would be insufferable.
By Kori Tarkon5 years ago in Horror
A Curse From the Sky
Marley and Ross made their way off the basketball court. Marley was dribbling and rambling on about the new girl at school, Sara. Ross was distracted, sending Sara DM’s back-and-forth, making plans for this weekend. Too distracted to hear Marley was interested in Sara as well.
By Eric Rodriguez5 years ago in Horror
The Registry
John Hardt wasn't expecting anyone today when his faulty doorbell sounded. He never had visitors on Sunday mornings. He slipped on his sandals to go check the door, though he didn't want to get up from the couch in the middle of a news report about a local woman who mysteriously vanished and hasn't been seen for a week. Sure, he could've set the VCR to record it, but that would have required putting in a tape and making sure it was blank... more effort than it was worth.
By Michael B Puskar5 years ago in Horror
Passing Time
Approaching my grandfather's home brought a sadness that I hadn’t confronted since his death. The numerous nights spent running through this home, the stories by the fireplace, and the smell of ginger and pipe that lingered well after you’ve left. The 1800s Victorian style home stood proud and majestic, revealing the ambiance of an age long past. Growing up this house always gave me chills due to the random sounds and noises throughout the night it would produce, now that I’m older I find it far more fascinating than eerie.
By Lilo Dallas5 years ago in Horror
the contest
“It was a dark and stormy night.” “What! Are you insane? Do you want to be known in the literary community as a plagiarist?”
By Saja Bo Storm5 years ago in Horror
The Pendant in the Notebook
My wife’s cat sat atop the armrest of the couch, lazily basking in the lone lamplight. Silence rang throughout the house, at the exception of my footsteps when I entered the front door. Elizabeth, the blonde angel who is also my wife, was on a work trip. Only the cat and myself would be sleeping in the dwelling for the next week. I wasn’t a huge fan of the cat, which was named Riana, but that wasn’t her fault, merely my distaste for felines in general. She dropped like a smooth marauder onto all fours and scurried into the kitchen as I closed the door behind me.
By Derek Keast5 years ago in Horror
The Harbinger
The Harbinger “You know, if we had more money you would be happier” Walter sipped his coffee as Sharon sighed exasperatedly from listening to the same old speech, he always found his way back to. He stared at her with concern, “Are you feeling any better today?”
By A.J. Loren5 years ago in Horror
Within the Cover of Darkness
"This life'll be the death of you, Randy." Her words repeated over and over, bouncing around every dark corridor of my mind. I splashed cold water onto my face and let my fingers cover my eyelids for a moment. I could see my happy ending, I just had to get there.
By Valik Tauru5 years ago in Horror