supernatural

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

Tracie Harp’s Possesion. Content Warning.
It was bad enough that her costume hadn’t arrived in time for the Halloween party, and now her little brother was throwing a fit about not being able to tag along.
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Horror
Werewolf
Eddy Bauer sat in the driver’s seat of a semi – truck. It idled noisily as the big monster semi slid into the parking lot of the Shady Pines Truck Stop. Eddy’s hair was white and thinning. He wore a camouflage hat that said Hell Yeah. He shut off the radio which had been blaring Willy Nelson’s on the road again. Eddy jumped out of the semi and he filled up with diesel gasoline. He walked inside the little, shack like gas station and he approached the cube like, checkout counter. A man with straight black hair and glasses stood behind the counter. His nametag read Hank. He wore square looking glasses and he was abnormally thin. “That’ll be 15.75.” hank said stiffly.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Horror
You Think Everyone on These Crowded Streets is Human?
Part 1: The Rules of the Road Some stories are told in the dead of night, whispered over the rumble of a diesel engine, tasting of cheap cigarettes and the vast, lonely darkness of the open road. This is one of them.
By SupernaturalEastabout a year ago in Horror
My life was cursed with four trials. The last one was at Narita Airport.
My life has been defined by a prophecy. When I was three years old and dying, my grandmother carried me to a temple on Mount Putuo, a sacred site for Guanyin, the Bodhisattva of Compassion. A wise old abbess told her that my life was not written in the stars; it was a gift, stolen from fate by Guanyin herself. But such gifts come with a price. I would face four great trials—four moments where fate would try to reclaim me. They would come at ages three, thirteen, twenty-three, and thirty-three. Each one would be harder to survive than the last.
By SupernaturalEastabout a year ago in Horror
The Vatican’s Lost Tapes: Real Exorcism Footage That Shook the World
The word exorcism has had a magical meaning for many years, a troubling combination of faith, terror, and myths. Many link this ritual with horror films: a priest, a terrified family, a young victim in need, and a room packed with unwanted shadows.
By Shahjahan Kabir Khanabout a year ago in Horror
The Curse of the Sunken God: A True Tale of Suspense from the Guizhou Karst Abyss
Part 1: The Curse of the Sunken God There are stories you hear that burrow under your skin and stay there, cold and wriggling. This is one of them. It’s not my story—not originally—but it found its way to me, and now I feel compelled to pass its chill on to you. It all started a few weeks ago, when I went to visit my old friend, Lao Hei.
By SupernaturalEastabout a year ago in Horror
The Living Dragon's Curse Secrets of Ailao Mountain
Today, I'm going to tell you a mysterious story from China's Ailao Mountains in Yunnan province. It's said that a dragon is hidden there. A living dragon!
By SupernaturalEastabout a year ago in Horror
Voicemail From the Killer
Detective Elise Monroe’s phone buzzed on the desk beside her. The precinct was quiet—too quiet for midnight—but the glow of the screen made her stomach twist.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Horror
Rotflower. Content Warning.
Deline Lowell first saw the flower on a Tuesday morning. It jutted from a crack in the pavement outside her apartment—a black bloom, petals curled like burned velvet. She nearly stepped on it before stopping short. It hadn’t been there yesterday. She bent closer. The smell hit her first—not floral, not earthy. Rot. Sweet and sour, like fruit left to liquefy in the heat. Her stomach turned, yet her eyes stayed fixed on the thing. The bloom looked alive. Breathing. Deline forced herself upright and walked on, telling herself it was only a weed. That night, she dreamed of it spreading. --- In the dream, dozens of black blossoms cracked through the sidewalk, pushed through her walls, wound into her sheets. They thrummed with a pulse she felt in her chest, in her teeth. She woke gagging, certain she could still smell decay, the tang thick in her hair, clinging to her tongue. The next morning, the flower was taller. And now there were two. --- At the hospital, she buried herself in charts and patients, hoping busyness could drown the memory. But exhaustion couldn’t shield her. She began seeing them everywhere. A dark curl at the edge of a waiting room. A petal glinting in glass. Always gone when she blinked, but the smell lingered, sweet, sour, and accusing. By the third week, the flowers weren’t just in her dreams. She woke one night with dirt under her fingernails, her sheets streaked with damp black stains. Her neighbor complained of water damage from her ceiling. Maintenance found nothing. Deline said nothing. She stopped sleeping. --- She confided once, to Morgan, a friend from work. “There’s a flower,” she whispered in the corner of a café, rain streaking the window. “It keeps growing. I see it everywhere. It smells like death.” Morgan frowned. “What kind of flower?” “I don’t know. Black. like a rose, I think it wants something from me.” “You’re overtired,” chuckling he said gently. “Sleep deprivation—” She wanted to believe him. Until his sleeve slipped back. A smear of black soil clung to his wrist. And beneath his skin—something pulsed, like a root pushing deeper.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Horror
Natural Insticts of the Basic Houseplant
“Good morning, Frank, my buddy. I got you some fresh coffee, careful because it is hot,” the gray-haired man with sausagy fingers dangling over my cubicle wall says to me. His voice is like the velvet bench at the center of your hometown strip joint.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Horror
Army of Darkness Deserves a Lot of Love from Horror Fans
I’ve always been a huge fan of Bruce Campbell when it comes to the horror franchise of The Evil Dead. He appears in the original trilogy of the franchise, and each film is its own standalone film. Army of Darkness is the third film in the Evil Dead franchise, and I feel that a lot of people aren’t a huge fan of this one.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
The Photograph of Harriet
When John Mackay first arrived in Virginia City, NV, he was practically broke after trying his hand at mining in California. He was determined not to quit and was able to secure a mining job when he arrived and was initially earning $4 a day, which in those days was a fair amount for a miner.
By Janis Masyk-Jacksonabout a year ago in Horror