supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Soul Notebooks
The Soul Notebooks (Inspired in part by the folk tale, “The Tinder Box,” by Hans Christian Andersen) I’d been driving my big rig all night and was looking for a place to pull over for a morning nap when I spotted a car smashed up against one of the giant saguaro cactuses that dominates this part of the Arizona desert. As I slowed down to get a better look, I saw an old woman in the driver’s seat struggling with her seat belt and grimacing in pain. I parked next to her and got out to see if I could help. She was clutching her arm and moaning while she continued to fiddle with the seat belt latch.
By James Kline5 years ago in Horror
Blank Pages
The fat drops of rain pelted the leaves above Dylan’s head as he waited patiently in the shadows of the night. The soft yellow glow beaming from the window danced as the figures inside moved quickly. The father was grabbing his shoes and slipping them on his feet. The mother was dressing their kids in raincoats. Dylan could feel his heart in his throat, and the sweat accumulating on his palms was even noticeable in spite of the rain.He had been watching the family for weeks. Observing their every move from a distance. And still he was having doubts. Could he pull this off? He had to. His sister was counting on it.
By Jeremy Smith5 years ago in Horror
A New Meaning to Drink Myself to Death
“You’re on your way… right?” My friend Finn spoke from the other line, not even bothering with pleasantries. “I’m up and I’ll be out the door in no time at all.” I responded, walking into the small bathroom, in my apartment, stuck right in the middle of nowhere, Maine.
By Nick Teodosio5 years ago in Horror
The Devils Within
It was late at night and I didn’t know where I was. In the pitch black darkness, I could only distinguish a doorknob. I was in probably in a room, but whose ? As far as I remember, my friends and I went to a club and started drinking. Rum, whisky and other hard liquors were being poured in my glass and all I could hear was : “One more shot”. It is hard to tell if I didn't want to deceive my friends or if I was a natural heavy drinker but in the end, it didn't matter. Shots after shots, one bottle after another, I could feel myself getting dizzy over the excitement of my friends. There were something in their eyes that kept me going; the thrill of the situation. I knew it was bad but I was enjoying it. My vision was blurred and I could hear the music playing from a distance; was I already drunk ? I don't know what I was but if I were to it again, I would without any second thoughts.
By Sasha Rosenthal5 years ago in Horror
Confessions of a Witch's Daughter
Dear diary, mother is at it again! She says this time she was done for real then five days later she returns to him. Nothing gets me more frustrated than being used for her plots of vengeance and solicitation of jealousy. She hasn’t even been back a day and she is already assembling her altar of terror. Last time she assembled the altar we had to destroy two sacred statues that were one of a kind and heirlooms. This time I don’t know what will happen. These altars have one purpose and one purpose only and that is to destroy her enemies. What she seems to forget is that you can’t fight fire with fire. When you mess with the spirit world you have to keep your promises! You have to deliver what you promise once they give you what you summoned them to do.
By Araceli Torres5 years ago in Horror
The Curse
When one seeks, one shall find, hmm, an interesting thought to have entered my psyche. I feel the sensation of raindrops touch the cells of my skin; wet, cold, silken, and beautiful. My breath seems to echo in vibration and the beating of my heart is amplified as I slowly become conscious of my surroundings.
By Petrina Fuda5 years ago in Horror
Anonymous Diary
It had almost been a month of living in the place I had recently bought. Compared to the place I was living, it was way smaller. It was cozy whatsoever, and it didn't make me feel homesick. Especially, after moving 1,000 miles away from the place I used to call home. Everything was perfect, except the smell. The smell that could be only smelled in the hallway. Living in the brand new place, seemed to start turning into a nightmare. All because of the smell and where it came from, it wasn't from a body, however that was my first thought. It was from a small, black, notebook, that without releasing it, everything would change.
By Fernanda Mota5 years ago in Horror
The Black Notebook's History of Death
The Black Notebook's History of Death Jacob Olden lived a mostly secluded yet virtuous life. He was taught from a young age to follow his parents’ religion. And as he grew to an adult he lived his beliefs to a high level of fidelity. Few in this day and age live such a consecrated life but to Jacob it was his whole life. Despite this, he lived a somewhat lonely existence in a studio apartment. Jacob one evening as he studiously reviewed for his next Sunday school lesson, heard a knock at the door. Taking a break and marking his place in the reading, he got up and answered the door. On his porch was a short man with slick black hair, a suit, and a suitcase. “Yes, can I help you”, Jacob asked. The man spoke in an unusually deep voice for his size. “Are you Jacob Olden?” “Yes, sir”, Jacob responded. The man continued, “Your Great Uncle Phillip has died and you are one of the people he named in his will”. According to Jacob’s family, Phillip was a carnal man, the family didn't have a lot of contact with. But it would be rude to leave this lawyer on the porch, even as extravagant as he is. “Come on in, take a seat”. “Thank you, replied the man.” He came in and took a seat on the couch. “According to your uncle’s will and testament you have been named a beneficiary of 20,000 dollars.” Jacob thought about the concept. Money is the root of all evil, and can lead to exuberance. But he was also late on his bills and could use the money. Besides, I have lived a good life, I deserve to have a little bit of a reward. The man continued, “However there is a condition to this inheritance”. “An incredibly odd condition”. He took out a small black notebook. “The only condition according to the will is that you must take this notebook and make a willful entry according to the style of the other entries.” He handed over the notebook. It looked old and weathered, the leather although ancient seemed of a high quality. The man closed the briefcase and stood up. “Let us know when you complete the requirement”. The man reached the door. “Let us know when it is complete”. Jacob got up and closed the door behind the lawyer. Then sat back down and looked at the notebook with a measured curiosity. He opened the first page.
By Spencer Luthi5 years ago in Horror
The Order of the Little Black Book
The Order of the Little Black Book By S.G. Greene “Are you O.K.?” The voice was muffled against the pulsing waves of the theremin orchestra below his grand viewing box. The orchestra sped up; the show began to climax. His chest vibrated as frantic yet deliberate fingers mashed heavy synth pads. A spectacle of lights beamed down from the ceiling of the rotunda in rhythm with the cacophony of sounds he had written with the stroke of a pen. He stared down to the stage below where six women interpreted the music through elegant movements of their bodies, each in tune with the other. Yet even as the crowd filling the seats wrapping the circumference of the rotunda roared with approval, he could not so much as lift his finger.
By Sean Greene5 years ago in Horror
