supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Little Secret
Rhea stared at her bank's balance on her phone for the fifth time in an hour. Thinking that maybe it was a glitch in the system. That the numbers on it weren't the actual numbers in her account. And that she'd just been pranked by a total stranger. The numbers would change back to their normal amount as soon as she refreshed the page. But, it didn't. There were twenty thousand dollars in her checking account as plain as day. Enough to pay her rent, her bills, and anything else that she needed. Whatever she desired. So long as she did as the man who had gifted her the money told her to. Such as writing everything that she had that day into the black book he'd mailed her two weeks prior to the deposit.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Horror
The Witch Children
He walked at his usual slow pace down the lonely street shuffling his feet across the ground. He carried a brown bag filled with groceries in his arms and no one paid him any mind. Sometimes he wished they did, or at the very least, for someone to say hello. A friendly greeting, a warm smile, was that so much to ask of a stranger?
By Gena Ervin5 years ago in Horror
Spiritonth
Spiritonth 1870 I am possessed by devils, ceaseless vampires that torture my soul until I satisfy their hunger. The devil has me at the tip of a cup and I am a party within minutes. Just one turns in to two that turns in to ten that turns to blackness then questions then regret. Slowly and surely the mind begins to clear but the devil within and its temptations are always near. 1 Corinthians 10:21 Ye cannot drink from the cup of the lord and the cup of devils” Tonight I drink from the cup of the devil within me, that stirs from its ill slumber at this late hour and wants its medicine.
By Graham R Rispin5 years ago in Horror
The House That Moves at Night
Walter's eyes suddenly shot open from the barely audible sound of a floorboard creak down the hallway from the bedroom. Abruptly Walter sat up in bed and glanced around the inky black room. He reached, feeling for his cellphone on the bedside table and fumbled to check the time. 2:56am.
By Jamie Refenes5 years ago in Horror
The Night Owl Princess
Some hundred years ago, there was a princess, skin black as the night sky and thick, charcoal hair braided and wound down her back. Quick on her feet and sharp in the mind, she had just come of age to be married. She had her own ideas of marriage independent of her parents. But the King and Queen must consider political partnerships as the highest priority over their daughter’s happiness. The King had thus chosen a suitable husband twice her age, the prince of Telum. Telum was adjacent to their state, Nox. The prince held a solid mind and had a good hand for the sword, but most importantly, his state manufactured and distributed most of the weapons in the country.
By Wanying Zhang5 years ago in Horror
The Owl and the Endless Night
Asa was ripped from his sleep by a deafening clap of thunder. Had he ever been this tired before? Surely that was impossible. Yet, he struggled to remember the last time he had awoken without asking himself that question. Couldn’t the storm let him be for a few hours? It felt like years since he’d known rest. A few measly hours of sleep was all he needed to clear his head, then he could finally decide how he would get out of this cursed place. The storm had other plans. With a metallic screech the surging wind ripped away part of the roof directly over the mound of hay he had claimed as his bed. Water began to fall yet he hardly noticed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been dry, had he ever been dry? It was so hard to remember anything before this endless night.
By Matthew Balley5 years ago in Horror
The Legend of Death
Thanas sat at his workstation in the animal cloning lab, a sympathetic frown creasing his face as he tried not to look at the ghost that hovered over his coworker’s shoulder. Patrick’s mother had passed away a few months ago. Thanas could see the weight of her dragging him down. Dark circles under his eyes, hands shaking, Thanas had already put in a complaint but his boss had simply shrugged his shoulders. They needed every available scientist they could get. Avoiding eye contact, Thanas carefully put in his ear plugs, blocking out the incessant mumblings of the spirit in order to better focus on his work.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Horror
Dark Dreams
“Dormant power, dark dreams, fragments long forgotten... return, return, return to me, child…” “Ugg, huh, hooo,” Black eyes piercing me seemed to be burned into my brain. Awaking in cold sweats and confusion just before my alarm, to the real nightmare I return.
By Theodore Shaw5 years ago in Horror
