supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Game of death
“I wish something interesting would happen,” said Alison to Jimmy as they were making their way home. “Sorry, all the crazy shit that’s been going on in the news, not interesting enough for you? Random buildings exploding and people claiming to see monsters,” answered Jimmy with coy.
By Hyacinth Babela5 years ago in Horror
Genesis 2021
Genesis 2021 There he was, at work, dreading the idea that 8 more hours have to pass until he was back in his home. He felt uneasy as his sweaty palms dripped onto the floor. A tragedy occurred before he clocked in. During the daily 45 minute car ride to work, he received a phone call from from his manager. His manager informed him that a certain family requested him to serve them at 11:00 PM...which is when they closed. The last name of the family who made the reservation was ‘Alaister”, a last name he wasn’t familiar with. That last name was in the back of his mind all 6 hours before they arrived. The server spoke to the manager about the Alaister family & the manager said that she truly felt the man who made the reservation had a sinister, velvety smooth voice. The family arrived at 11:00 on the dot. There was 4 of them. All 6’3 or taller. There was the husband, the wife, and two twin boys. All of them were as pale as rabbit fur, all of them were smiling ear to ear. The hostess stumbled on to the floor as she walked them to their table. The entire restaurant felt a shift in the tone of the room. The host told the manager she had to leave, that she was not feeling well. The manager allowed her to go, since the Alaister was the last family to arrive. As the sweaty palm server made his way to the table, he noticed a little black book on the floor where the host fell. He has never seen the book before, but he picked it up and put it in his pocket. The book was not close to the table where the Alaister family was, so he didn’t mention the little black book to them as he made his introduction. The book did feel like it was on fire in his pocket, as if it was burning through his pants. The family ordered 4 filet mignon’s, all rare, all mentioned how blood soaked meat is their favorite late night meal. They only ordered the filets, no sides, no salads, no complimentary bread, no drinks from the bar. The server felt this was a very easy table, though, the little black book disappeared out of his pocket when he reached in to feel the heat that was bothering him the entire time he was taking the order. The book truly was missing. After the Alaisters enjoyed their meal and asked for the check, the father asked the server a strange question; “Were you close to the hostess whom stumbled on the floor earlier?” “Yes” the server said, “She’s a good friend, and truly, I’ve liked her for a long time. I’ve been waiting for the right time to ask her out on a date.” The Alaister twin boys nodded with a smile, the mother laughed hysterically, & the father said “Hell is a misunderstood place, many don’t want to go, but they end up going anyway—because humans, are devils themselves. Hell waits for us all, as your beloved is already there. Thank you for your service, your tip is in this little black book”. The server’s hands started to tremble, he walked away and immediately grabbed his manager to survey the situation. The family was gone. The little black book that burned on the servers leg, that disappeared, was on the table. The manager could do nothing about the situation & went back into her office. The server was alone on the restaurant floor. He reluctantly opened the mysterious book. In the book, there was 20,000$ dollars. The server did not understand. He read the note inscribed in the book. It was written in red. “Adam, thank you. We have traveled far & wide for a situation like this. I, Damien Aleister, will explain. Our family enjoys tradition. Our tradition is simple. My great grandfather taught me a blood ritual. In fact, this note is written in your beloved’s blood. It was being written while it was burning your leg when you were taking our order. The ritual commenced. When Eve slipped, she stumbled upon the little black book. Her knee scrape was enough to induce the sacrifice. Immediately after she left the restaurant, she crashed & died instantly. We Aleisters live for moments like this. We needed you to pick up the book before you met us to finish the sacrifice. Your leg is burned forever, and that mark will never leave you. Eve is forever burned on to your thigh, as she will forever burn in our home in Hell. 20,000$ is yours. We enjoy giving our large inheritance away to those whom adhere our tradition. Thank you for your time, & thank you for Eve.” Adam ran to the bathroom, pulled his pants down and stared at his leg. Eve was burned onto his thigh. She was really dead. He was in tears when he counted his money. 20,000$ dollars on the dot. He felt twisted inside. He felt evil. He felt, different. He clocked out, got in his car & drove. Eve’s accident was right outside of the restaurant. He drove past & never looked back. He was at the last red light before his home, when, all of the sudden, fire appeared in his backseat. Gut-wrenching yells and shrieks began to come out of his stereo. His leg began to burn. He pushed on the gas and drove frantically, he arrived home. He stashed his 20,000$ under his mattress & attempted to pray to God. He got on his knees & right before he uttered God’s name, the little black book lit on fire, as did his mattress and the 20,000$. The loudest and most sinister voice began to speak. It was the devil himself. The devil said “The Alaisters always chose my favorite types of sacrifices for the ritual. Gullible, poor, God-fearing men. How I love to see you suffer. Eve is forever with me, along with your blood money, along with your home. You will have nothing, forever. Eve’s screams & your fiery leg will always burn until you die. If you are curious as to why, do not be. This world is mine. It always has been. I do as I please. There is no karma. There is no hope. This has been written since the dawn of time, since the moment I betrayed you and your beloved’s namesakes. The Alaisters chose you and Eve just because of your names. The origin of sin will be tied to those whom are in love whom names are Adam & Eve. The little black book will appear again, more sacrifices will be made, & 20,000$ will always burn at the end, because money will never set you free. Adam wept. He really wanted the day off from work that day.
By Neteroshi Sama5 years ago in Horror
Exmosos
I received a call from my mother to hear my Aunt Mary has passed away suddenly. I hardly knew Mary; she lived in Yorkshire most of her later years, and I only visited her a couple of times growing up. She was well... eccentric to say the least. My mother never kept in touch with her properly after an incident happened in a church that Mary was a member, I didn’t ever push for details but it left her startled. A day later, a letter came through regarding the inheritance that needed sorting. The letter read as follows:
By James Everest5 years ago in Horror
The Cuallacht of Destryn
I can hear their snarling and barking as I push myself to go faster. I can barely breathe. Branches snap under my feet as I race through the forest, fleeing the pack of wild dogs growing closer and closer. I hear thunder crash overhead, and I wonder if it truly is rumbling thunder or the blood pulsing in my ears. I’m lost now, jumping over fallen trees and ducking under low branches, and just as I feel there will be no way out of here, I find myself in a clearing. I barely register the yellowing grass in a semicircle around the cathedral or the faded white crosses and cracked grey stones around it. All I know is there are hounds at my heels, a storm blowing in, and I need to find shelter immediately. Without thinking, I throw myself against the large, hand-carved doors. Thankfully they open with little resistance, and I stumble inside with the doors thudding shut behind me. I lean back against them with all my strength, gasping for breath as the dogs try to claw their way in. The argument with my father earlier today takes over my thoughts.
By Violet Fugere5 years ago in Horror
The Black Book
My heels clicked on the linoleum floor as I made my way to my office. My employees greeted me with respect as I went. I stepped into my office making sure to lock the door behind me. After what the book put me through last month I would hate for anyone to see what's in it.
By Juniper Abernathy 5 years ago in Horror
The end is the Beginning
The end is the beginning of a circular story. And for that I am sorry. That was all she read in the little black b0ok that caught her eye at the thrift store before she tucked it in the crook of her elbow and carried on. She needed a blouse for a job interview on Wednesday morning so she continued browsing until she thought she had one that might fit.
By Madison Ehnes5 years ago in Horror
The keeper of worlds
The wrought iron gates scraped against Eloise's teeth as she wedged them open enough to slip through, ripping her way through the tangle of creeper vines. The moon cast shadows through the twisted, gnarly fig trees looming overhead. Frogs croaked, and cicadas sounded in the woodlands around her. Her ears pricked, listening for anything that shouldn't be.
By Shannon Jensen5 years ago in Horror
Maybe
I always loved going to thrift stores, auctions and estate sales. Rummaging through other people's old and discarded belongings fascinated me. I'm not sure why, but it did. Every now and then I would stumble upon something worth taking home and calling my own. That was the fun part. Maybe that's why it fascinated me. Maybe.
By Dark Night5 years ago in Horror
A Dragon in Disguise
Amara stood outside The Boastful Roast coffee shop, her mother’s journal clenched to her chest, wondering whether she could ever again have the courage to be genuine in a room of cheerful faces and warm embraces. She knew it was a mirage, but the entire world seemed to have lost its luster now that her mother wasn’t part of it. Her bank called. The rep inquired as to why her account had suddenly grown by one hundred thousand dollars. Amara heard the hint of suspicion in his voice, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say the words “My mother died” out loud. So she hung up on him. She exhaled and shouldered the coffee shop’s thick wood door. A cow bell announced her entry. She hurried through the doorway as a brisk New England cold chased her through the doorway and kissed her exposed neck. She tucked the notebook underneath her arm and used her free hand to grab her wallet out of her pocket. She stepped up to the counter and took a deep breath, savoring the distinct aroma of chocolate-infused coffee beans.
By R. Tilden Smith5 years ago in Horror
