psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
My First Neighbor: A Mysterious Connection with Crows
Introduction Moving into a new apartment complex can be an intimidating experience. The unfamiliar faces and the unfamiliar surroundings can leave one feeling isolated and detached. However, amidst the sea of strangers, I found solace in an unexpected friendship with my first neighbor. Little did I know that this connection would unveil a mysterious and unsettling bond between him and a group of crows.
By ILYAS KHAN3 years ago in Horror
The study of paranormal
Start writing...The study of paranormal phenomena is a fascinating and controversial area of research that deals with events and experiences that are beyond the scope of what is considered normal or explainable by scientific means. Paranormal phenomena can include things like ghosts, poltergeists, psychic abilities, near-death experiences, and UFO sightings.
By Sakshi Verma3 years ago in Horror
The Priestess Witch
Once upon a time, in a remote village deep in the heart of the jungle, there lived a wise and powerful priestess named Babaylan. She was a witch, a healer who used her magic to protect her tribe from harm and keep them safe from danger. Her people revered her as a goddess, for she possessed great knowledge and power that they could not comprehend. Babaylan was a woman of many talents, her expertise ranging from traditional herbal medicine to intricate healing rituals that only she knew. She was widely known in the village as the one who could heal the most incurable and deadly diseases that no one else could cure. Her powers were beyond any other shaman or healer in the village, and she was feared by many other tribes that dared to challenge her people. One day, the village was faced with a serious problem – a strange, unknown sickness was spreading rapidly among the tribe. The sickness was causing people to become weak and frail, and it was contagious, with no known cure. Many were dying, and the village was in a state of panic. Babaylan knew that this was a matter of grave importance. She called for a council of elders to discuss the issue. They all agreed that this sickness was beyond their control and that they needed her magic to help them find a cure. Babaylan sprang into action immediately, dedicating day and night to searching for a solution. She isolated herself in a small hut in the forest where she was never to be disturbed, devoting all her energy to discovering a cure for the sickness. Babaylan studied the symptoms and the patterns of the disease’s spread, using her knowledge of ancient remedies and magic to combat its impact. Days passed, and the villagers grew anxious, waiting for the priestess' report. Finally, one day, Babaylan emerged from her hut. She announced that she had found the cure, a potion made from rare herbs and roots that grew deep in the jungle. She called for the women of the village to help her collect the ingredients needed, and for the men to go into the forest and protect them from any harm. The villagers followed orders without hesitation, for they knew of the power that the priestess possessed and would follow her lead wherever she took them. Days turned into weeks as the village awaited the concoction's completion. Babaylan worked tirelessly, boiling and brewing, stirring and chanting her spells, until the potion was finally ready. She carefully distributed the potion among the villagers, telling them how much to take and when. Within days, the symptoms of the sickness began to subside, and the villagers were on their way to recovery. Through the use of her magical powers, Babaylan had saved her tribe from destruction. The villagers gave thanks and praise to the priestess, who had once again proven that the power of magic and knowledge can heal even the most seemingly incurable of diseases. The significance of Babaylan’s contribution to her community was never lost to the people who knew her. She left an indelible mark on the village, and her name would always be remembered by those who came after her, telling her tale for generations to come.
By Charles Carlos3 years ago in Horror
The Gnome of the AntHill
Once upon a time, nestled deep in the heart of a lush forest, there lived a tiny gnome named Nuno. He was a fierce protector of the forest, and his home was a humble anthill he had crafted himself. From his perch atop the anthill, he spent his days surveying the forest and guarding it against those who would seek to harm it.
By Charles Carlos3 years ago in Horror
The Enchantress
The darkness crept in, wrapped itself around the village, and left it cold and shivering, fearful for its very existence. The villagers knew darkness, and they knew it well. It had been creeping in and lurking around the corners of their village for years. They had tried everything to rid themselves of it, but nothing ever worked. That is until Mambabarang came into their lives. She was a powerful witch, a mystical figure with the ability to harness dark magic and use it for good. The villagers had heard of her abilities, but none had ever seen her until she walked into their village one day, shrouded in mystery, her eyes burning with a bright intensity. The villagers watched her as she strode through their town, and they knew right away that she was not to be feared, but rather, to be revered. They welcomed her and offered her shelter, food, and a place to rest. Mambabarang was grateful, and she sat down with the villagers to listen to their concerns. The villagers explained how evil spirits plagued their village. How they would wake up in the middle of the night to hear the whispers of the spirits, the cries of the suffering, and the groans of the dying. They spoke of how, during the night, their crops would wither and die, and how their livestock was often found dead, their bodies unmarked, and their faces twisted in agony. Mambabarang listened carefully, her eyes closed, her mind focused. She knew what needed to be done. She spoke to the villagers and asked for their trust, their faith, and their hope. She wanted to help them, but they had to trust her to do so. The villagers agreed, and Mambabarang set to work immediately. She gathered the things she needed, a bowl of hot water, a piece of cloth, and a black magic stone, and made her way to the center of the village. She began to chant, her voice low and husky, and the villagers listened intently, their hearts racing with anticipation. Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to shake, and the villagers scrambled to their feet, their eyes wide with fear. Mambabarang remained calm. She raised her hands and began to dance in a slow, rhythmic motion. Her movements were hypnotic, and as she danced, the ground began to settle, and the air began to clear. The whispers of the spirits grew fainter, and the cries of the suffering started to fade away. The villagers watched as Mambabarang worked her magic, and they knew that she was truly a force to be reckoned with. As the night wore on, Mambabarang continued to work her magic, using her powers to expel the evil from the village. She battled the spirits, the dark magic, and the evil that had plagued the village for so long, and one by one, she defeated them. The villagers watched in awe as Mambabarang worked her magic, and they knew that they would always be grateful to her. She had saved their village, and they knew that she would always have a place in their hearts. Mambabarang had become a legend, a mystical figure whose power was revered throughout the land. She continued to travel from village to village, using her powers to help those in need and fight against evil. Her legend grew, and soon her name was whispered in awe throughout the land. Years passed, and the villagers never forgot Mambabarang or the magic she had brought to their lives. They knew that her magic had been real, and they knew that her powers were truly beyond their comprehension. And so, they continued to tell her legend, and her memory lived on, a testament to the power of good magic and the ability to fight against even the toughest of odds. For Mambabarang, the enchantress, was truly a force to be reckoned with, a powerful figure whose magic would live on forever.
By Charles Carlos3 years ago in Horror
A Lesson in Etiquette . Top Story - June 2023.
My first neighbour was an older gentleman who had recently been widowed. Even though his wife was a long-time baker, he had still found the time and energy to bake me a welcoming cake. The icing was leaky, and the cake was dry, but the kind thought made my day. He really made me feel at home and part of the neighbourhood, even if he was the only one to welcome me to the apartment complex.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Horror
The 8 Tasks. Content Warning.
I looked up to the cracking, plastery ceiling. It was falling down on me. And it did. I was 22 when I had entered this ghastly mansion. I didn’t want to, but somehow it attracted me to enter, just like magnetic force. So I had walked in.
By Feathermoon 3 years ago in Horror
