The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Room with the Rose Wallpaper
PART ONE 事故物件 'jiko bukken' Accident Property ... A property where an unnatural death has occurred. …… IN TOKYO, UNLIKE some other metropolises, there is a boom-and-bust cycle in the housing and overall construction industry. Skyscrapers alongside prototypical apartment buildings rise and fall in a rolling tide of urban renaissance. If you don’t visit a certain ward for a few months, it’s not uncommon to see an entirely new office building taking the place of the previous, less-fortunate business. It’s not all chrome and escalators, however. The urban sprawl is also spotted with droves of old-construction buildings and historical treasures, a reminder that hyper-modernized Tokyo has ancient and well-preserved roots. If you walk too swiftly down tree-lined Omotesando avenue, you might pass right by a centuries-old shrine nestled between a Starbucks and Gucci store.
The House on Gray Street
“Indianapolis, Indiana. Also: India-no-place. More infamously: Naptown. Our greatest claims to fame are the Indy 500. John Dillinger. More recent, we’ve managed to field a good football team—the one we stole from Baltimore—the Colts. They won a Super Bowl back in ’06.
The Clown with Wicked Eyes
It happened back when I was in school. My friends and I were walking back from school when we heard a loud noise coming from a red and white tent. It was a surprise. Curiosity was piqued on our part. As a result, despite the fact that the sun had already set, we moved closer to the tent to see what it was. As soon as we walked in, we realised it was a circus.
A to Z
Slender, rough-hewn arms stretched toward the patchwork ceiling. My eyes followed them spasmodically hopping from trunk, to branch, to twig, to delicate leaf, finally landing on the wall upon which a living crevice grew.
Th Winter War
Grant’s eyes instinctively shot open and he immediately cursed the light. As had become his new normal, he just laid there until he had the will to pull himself up and begin his day. It had been nine months now since he had decided to leave his apartment with Santa or Nicholas as he preferred to be called. It had been eleven since Elsie, all in all it had been the longest year of his life. After about twenty minutes, Grant finally took a deep breath and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, his foot connected with an empty bottle. Grant looked around the room and saw several empty bottles. This had quickly become his new normal, Grant would drink until he blacked out, then he’d wake up the next day hating himself, just to repeat the process.
The window of the antique shop held a collection of old dolls. These weren’t the pristine collectibles that folks sold for ridiculous amounts of money because they were in mint condition. No, these dolls stared through the dusty glass with eyes that had seen a lot. They wore dresses caked in dirt and soot. Some of their faces were stained nicotine-yellow. Many had matted or ratty hair; some had no hair at all, their bald doll heads staring with wild and deranged expressions.
The Pigeon in “Hereditary”
At her school, Charlie plays with a doll she’s making instead of focusing on her test. On the wall behind her, the words ‘CRITICAL THINKING’ stand out in red.
Houses Haunted By Spirits
The Farnsworth House It’s always more exciting reading about an actual haunting. The Farnsworth House is now an inn located in historic Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. Today it is a family-run inn that dates back to 1810. Over the years stories have been added to this house as owners have changed hands. During the Civil War, Farnsworth House was owned by the Sweeny family and was a favorite for Confederate soldiers because of how sturdy the structure was. They also discovered that up in the attic was a garret window from which one could shoot attacking Union soldiers on Cemetery Hill which is just 100 yards away. The Sweeny’s moved to a safer location and the soldiers took over their home. Once the battle was over and the Sweeny’s returned left behind were over 100 bullet marks in the wall of the brick addition to the house. These marks can still be seen by visitors today.
Some people say bodies of water, such as lakes, or ponds, reflect what is inside of us. Maybe that’s why I went near that pond, of all places.
Rebecca - Chapter 3
This is the third chapter to my previously published story "Rebecca" If you haven't read it, you can find it linked below. I am currently in the process of publishing the entire book via KDP, however I have decided to share it here (chapter by chapter) with my Vocal family first because your love and feedback means the world to me. I hope that you enjoy it and will continue to read the following chapters as they become available.
I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But
I grew up in the ’80s and ’90s and was much more interested in comedies or movies of youth like Ferris Bueller’s Day Off or Breakfast Club. And although I enjoyed sci-fi movies like Back to the Future or Ghostbusters, it was more for the acting, special effects, and the fact they poked fun at the entire paranormal or supernatural sci-fi genre.
Chapter 1 The white beat-up van sat across from the bus stop. It had been sitting there for the last 15 minutes. The driver, a middle-aged man with blue eyes and close-cropped hair, had his hand on the steering wheel. His black shirt and denim jeans soaking in the sunlight through the windshield, left him feeling damp from sweat and not being showered. His companion, a middle-aged woman of small build and sandy blond hair and brown eyes, sat in the back seat. Both were staring out the window and at the girl.