supernatural

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

The Date
Samantha felt like the first date was going quite well. A bit too well. She was shocked that this guy was so into her. She thought this guy was out of her league. He was a businessman who owned his own company, while she was still trying to figure things out with her life. She was still in college, and was struggling to make a living for herself.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
DO NOT DO LAUNDRY AFTER 10 PM
Part One — The Rule When I moved into Pinewood Apartments, I thought the creepiest thing about it was the smell — that strange cocktail of rust, detergent, and the faint sweetness of something old. Then I saw the laundry room door. In thick, angry strokes of black Sharpie, the words were carved into a yellowing paper sign: DO NOT DO LAUNDRY AFTER 10 PM. No explanation. No “quiet hours.” No “machine maintenance.” Just that. I laughed when I saw it. I even took a picture for my friends, captioned it “Ooo spooky laundry ghosts lol.” If only I knew. The problem was — I work late. By the time I get home, it’s nearly ten. And I hate dirty clothes. I need the smell of detergent and fabric softener to feel human again after a long day. So yeah, I broke the rule. That was mistake number one. The laundry room was buried in the basement — one flickering bulb, walls damp enough to weep, and four machines that looked like they’d survived the Cold War. Each had little scratches running along the sides, like something had tried to crawl out. I should’ve noticed that. I didn’t. I dumped my clothes into Washer #2 and sat down with my phone. The hum of the machine filled the silence. It was oddly comforting. For about five minutes. Then another washer started. I froze. No one else was there. I hadn’t pressed anything. Washer #4 rumbled to life all on its own, water gurgling through the pipes. Its lid was closed — and the machine was empty. The sound wasn’t right, though. It wasn’t just spinning… it was like breathing. Deep, rhythmic. Wet. I told myself I was tired. That old machines make weird noises. But when I leaned closer, I swear I heard something whispering through the vent. I grabbed my laundry halfway through the cycle and ran upstairs, laughing nervously to myself like it was no big deal. But that night, my clothes smelled different. Not like soap. Not like mildew. They smelled like skin. Warm, damp… skin. I rewashed everything the next day during daylight hours. The smell didn’t go away. And that night, when I closed my eyes, I dreamed of something pressing its face against the washer’s glass window — round, pale, and too smooth to be human. When I woke up, I could still hear the machines humming through the floor.
By iam Rajaabout a year ago in Horror
The Missing Girl in Apartment 304
No one in the building had seen her leave. Apartment 304 had been quiet for weeks, but now something felt off. The neighbors whispered about the girl who lived there, a young woman named Ayesha, who had moved in six months ago. She kept to herself, mostly staying inside, and people had grown curious but never intrusive.
By Alpha Manabout a year ago in Horror
The Afternoon Coffee Ritual
You're fine until the eyes glow red. [Generated]A golden form flew from the stately mansion. It stopped, said a few words in Latin, and gestured at the mansion; a fireball streaked from its fingertips and the mansion exploded. The golden form flew into a red Citroen and settled into the body sleeping there. Matteo woke up, yawned, and smiled. Another coven would no longer plague humanity. BUZZ He looked at his phone; a text was waiting for him, most likely another assignment from one of his fellow benandanti. He grasped the locket at his neck, the one containing a bit of the caul that covered his infant head; he uttered a simple prayer and then picked up the phone to look at the text. Santa Cruz was warm enough this time of year. He put the phone down and drove off.
By Jamais Jochimabout a year ago in Horror
The Dream That Watched Her
Amelia Gray had always been a dreamer — not the poetic kind, but the haunted kind. For weeks, her nights had been filled with a strange dream.
By Ghanni malikabout a year ago in Horror
The Derelict Quantum Observatory
By 2250, humanity had established quantum observatories in deep space to monitor exotic cosmic phenomena beyond the edge of the Milky Way. One such station, Q-13, positioned near a spatial anomaly known as the Eclipse Rift, suddenly stopped transmitting. In response, the vessel Aurora Sentinel was dispatched to investigate. Its crew consisted of Captain Selara Korr, quantum physicist Dr. Elias Vann, engineer Kael Arin, and AI specialist Mira Chen, along with five others trained for deep-space operations.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writerabout a year ago in Horror
5 Reality-Based Ways to Start a Zombie Apocalypse
Have you ever watched a zombie movie where the outbreak's cause just seemed... unrealistic? Personally, I like apocalyptic movies to be (loosely) inspired by science... so here are 5 reality-based ways to start a zombie apocalypse, such as:
By Bobabout a year ago in Horror
Eraserhead is the Strangest Horror Film I Have Ever Seen in My Life
I think this is the first time I have ever questioned a plot to a horror movie. I did hear that this movie was strange, but wow, I was dumbfounded by literally 80% of this movie. I kept on questioning what was happening throughout the film, and once the film abruptly ended on a strange note, I was left with even more questions.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
The Silver Syringe
To whom it may concern, I loved her yet I murdered her. Or rather, I should say, it was that cursed instrument of Lucifer himself that did so! The same of which you have, no doubt, since found protruding from my purple, bloated corpse. I lament for the one of whom pulled that wretched item from my vein. For you have now lost your soul. Forgive me. This is my confession - a cautionary tale in a post-mortem attempt to rid humanity of that wicked, wicked harbinger of doom!
By E. L. Sotoabout a year ago in Horror
The Evil Warlord and His Chosen One
The fencing sword had been purchased for ten pieces of gold. Lord Jonathan Blackdawn plunged it into a tree stump. His eyes glowed red as power surged through him and he locked the stump and sword into a moment of time. Until he released the spell, the stump would not rot, the sword would not rust, and no one could pull the sword from the stump.
By Jamais Jochimabout a year ago in Horror
Hitting the Bull's Eye
The bellow of a bull shattered the peace of the forest. Frode rolled his green eyes. “At least we know where he is.” He continued rowing. The drachenboot grew smaller with every stroke.
By Jamais Jochimabout a year ago in Horror
Echoes
Her fingers white, chilled Her eyes odorous caverns She comes for revenge
By M. Janeabout a year ago in Horror