supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Last Candle
The Last Candle One Flicker Can Light the Darkest Secrets Rain slashed against the windows of the old Ashbourne mansion as Evelyn Moore hurried through the grand hallway. The house had been abandoned for decades, its once-grand walls now draped in shadow and dust. Rumors whispered through Elder Hollow that the mansion was cursed, haunted by secrets too dark for daylight. Evelyn didn’t care. Tonight, she had a mission.
By Muhammad Azeemullahabout a year ago in Horror
Veil of Shadows — The Kelly–Hopkinsville Goblin Encounter: A Siege, Not an Abduction
Western Kentucky, August 21, 1955. Night air pressed heavy as a quilt. A farmhouse sat low under a sky alive with cicadas and heat lightning. Inside: family voices, a card game, the long comfort of a Sunday evening. Then the dog started growling at the tree-line; no bark, just a low warning like a rope pulled tight.
By Veil of Shadowsabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers in the Walls. AI-Generated.
The Old House Aisha had always loved abandoned places. Something about peeling wallpaper and creaking floorboards called to her curiosity. So, when her cousin dared her to spend a single night in the long-abandoned Al-Faris house at the edge of town, she accepted without hesitation.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Horror
5 Minute Horror: The Plush
“Arthur, did you remember to get a present for Callie?” Hailie, his ex-wife, sounded exhausted on the phone and with him. Back to my full first name, are we? It had always been Art or Artie. Never Arthur. It stung, but he reminded himself that separation was the only option right now.
By Valerie Taylorabout a year ago in Horror
The Library of the Last Move. AI-Generated.
The Library of the Last Move Hidden beneath the ruins of Blackhill Abbey was a place that shouldn’t exist—a library never cataloged by man, a sanctum of silence built entirely from forgotten knowledge. Legend whispered that it was constructed by a secretive order known only as the Silent Gambit, whose obsession wasn’t with power or wealth—but strategy, the perfect move, and the perfect end.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Horror
Clack-Clack
Richard and Martha Stone believed they had it made: a beautiful house in the suburbs, a white picket fence, and two beautiful children they absolutely adored – Howie and Lucy. What they never planned on, however, was adding a third to their brood. Nor did they plan on how, exactly, their third child would come to be a part of their family.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Horror
