supernatural

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

The Church
The yellow and red leaves were falling off the trees with every gust of wind that kicked up. This was yet another picture perfect fall day in October, and I and my mom had plans for the day.
By Yvette McDermott5 years ago in Horror
Dear Diary
28th August, 1996 Hi, my name is V! Short for Victoria. I’m 8 years old. I got a new home today and my own room. I now live at 2158 Logan Drive with my mom, my dad, my sister, my dog Perro and my new friends Johnny Way, Elizabeth, Zara, and Keisha, and now you Diary! I’m in the second grade. I love to play with my barbies and play soccer. My favorite color is red. My favorite food is my mom’s spaghetti and meatballs. YUMMY! My mom says it's time for bed. Goodnight Diary! I can’t wait to talk to you again tomorrow.
By Semone James5 years ago in Horror
The Quietest House. First Place in Spooky Shorts Challenge.
The greatest horrors happen in the most unassuming homes. That’s what my grandmother told me before she died. When I asked my father what it meant he looked over at mother and a silent exchange occurred. When it was done, he simply told me to forget it. I suppose he just wants to shield me from the bleaker realities of life.
By Arksong5 years ago in Horror
Depressive Consequences
Have you ever looked at someone and thought, "Why don’t you just die?" Yeah, that's just one of my problems. Not that anyone cares, but I’ll warn you now. Be careful where your questions lead you.
By Poet5 years ago in Horror
Milk
“Mary Ellen, Lillian, ya’ll take the milk up the hill to the Emmitts. Be back before dark.” The young girls, eight and seven, always loved this time of day. The elderly couple loved their visits as well. In the height of the Great Depression, it was a blessing to have a cow that gave more than enough milk for a small family and it was a blessing to the old couple on the hill to have a neighbor that owned such a cow.
By Grant Whitehurst5 years ago in Horror
Switch
Over the way, in the giant concrete block of flats that make up Bailey Court, there is a little light that comes on at 1.15am, every single morning. It looks like a little candle, standing in the window, and the flame burns brightly in the darkness of the night. I see it as I get myself a drink of whiskey with ice, the same as every night.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
Footprints in the Snow
It was a cold winter afternoon early in the last century. A mother huddled in her cabin on the west fork of the Little Pigeon River in Tennessee. She held two of her children in a tight embrace … but one was missing. Her two-year-old son had wandered away from the cabin earlier that day. Since then, the temperature had been falling steadily, along with a heavy snow.
By Sylvia Shults5 years ago in Horror
Body Snatchers
A lot of people had died in this house. It was part of its charm. Countless horrible, gruesome stories blanketed Valeswyn House‘s history in a marred and hungry darkness. It was a soul pit down which many lives had tumbled to feed the House’s insatiable needs, and yet always more souls would swagger up its drive like sheep to slaughter - hungering for their own desires; to chase Death, to cheat it, to dance on the precipice and hope for a glimpse or breath of the afterlife - but what I witnessed of my friend’s undoing was a fate far worse than death.
By Jack Wilson5 years ago in Horror
Overnight
“This is AT in the AM and you were just listening to Living on the Edge by Aerosmith. Speaking of the edge, what’s really out there? Virginia is one of the nation's most haunted states and we want to hear your stories. Have you had an experience that pushes the realm of reality? It’s just hitting 2:00 AM and we will start our search for the truth with your calls. Up next is Chopin’s Nocturne in C Minor.”
By Jonathan Ryder5 years ago in Horror
My Salem Tarot Reading 2019
In the spirit of everything spooky I thought it would be fun to share my tarot card reading experience in Salem, Massachusetts. Last Halloween my family and I took a trip to Salem to enjoy the festivities. I decided beforehand that I was going to get a reading so I did some research and read reviews on the area shops prior to my trip. Personally I have a lot of knowledge about the tarot and have read cards for years but there is nothing like having another person doing the reading for you. Ultimately after scouting out the various merchants my intuition led me to a place called Fatima’s Psychic Studio.
By Marilyn Glover5 years ago in Horror
Loose Ends
Where is that damn ring? I can’t believe that after all of this, I can’t find my wedding ring, Roland thought. What’s the big deal? I mean, what difference does it make? Everyone knows how much 'I loved her' and how much 'I am going to miss her'. So what if they don’t see me wearing my ring.
By Mike Rembacz5 years ago in Horror
Graveyard Walk
There wasn’t anything Henry liked about his new school. The classes were dumb. The teachers were dumb. The kids were dumb. And that’s why Henry always took the shortcut home. And he always walked alone.
By Mike Barzacchini5 years ago in Horror