supernatural

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

The Tell-Tale Heart
I am not mad. Do not call me mad. Madmen cannot plan with such care, such precision. Madmen act in chaos. But I, I knew what I was doing. Every move, every thought, was deliberate.
By Hewad Mohammadiabout a year ago in Horror
Frankenstein
On a stormy night in the late 18th century, a young scientist named Victor Frankenstein sat hunched over a table, his face illuminated by flickering candlelight and the glow of strange instruments. Around him were pieces of human bodies—limbs, organs, bones—stitched and wired together into the shape of a man. His hands shook, not from fear, but from anticipation. He had spent years chasing the impossible: the secret of life itself.
By Hewad Mohammadiabout a year ago in Horror
The Smiley Face Murder Theory: Coincidence or Coordinated Killings?. Content Warning.
At the center of their controversial investigation was a chilling pattern: graffiti near many of the death sites, often depicting a crude but unmistakable smiley face. From this detail, the Smiley Face Murder Theory was born — a theory suggesting that dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of young men across America had not drowned by chance, but had been stalked, drugged, abducted, and murdered by an organized network of killers.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Horror
The Bell Witch Haunting: America’s Most Terrifying Ghost Story. Content Warning.
A Family’s Quiet Life Shattered In the early 1800s, John Bell and his wife, Lucy, lived with their children on a sprawling farm along the Red River in Robertson County, Tennessee. Their lives were simple, steady, and unremarkable — until 1817, when strange noises began to rattle the walls of their log home. At first, it was scratching sounds. Then faint whispers. Then objects moving without a hand to touch them. Night after night, the disturbances grew worse, until the family could no longer deny what was happening: they were under siege by something unnatural. The Witch Finds Her Voice Unlike most ghostly tales, the entity that haunted the Bells did not stay silent. It spoke. Blankets were ripped away, pillows hurled across the room, and children dragged from their beds by unseen hands. John’s daughter, Betsy Bell, became the prime target. She was slapped, pinched, and nearly strangled on countless nights. The voice began as faint murmurs but soon grew strong enough to carry on full conversations. It sang hymns, quoted scripture, and mocked the family with laughter. Worst of all, it declared its mission openly: it would kill John Bell. Word of the haunting spread quickly. Neighbors claimed to hear the disembodied voice themselves. The community called it the Bell Witch, and fear rooted itself deep in Robertson County.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Room on Sycamore Street
The taxi dropped Emma at the corner of Sycamore Street just as the fog rolled in, muffling the outlines of houses. The street was mostly quiet, save for the faint hum of a streetlamp that flickered as if it, too, had grown weary.
By Jack Nodabout a year ago in Horror
The Tunnel
I carted a body through the hallway, one of the arms dangling from the bed. A large incision was on the arm, one of the few injuries this dead man received when he entered the tunnel. I constantly warned everyone that it was dangerous to send someone down there without a hazmat suit, but the people in charge wanted to use this man as a guinea pig to see exactly what we were dealing with.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
The Room Number 313
When I first moved near the university, I was desperate to find a place I could actually afford. Prices were insane, but then I saw an ad that seemed almost too good to be true: “Small room for rent, cheap price, available immediately.”
By subah alenziabout a year ago in Horror
The Room With No Windows
When I first moved into the old apartment building downtown, the landlord gave me one rule: “Don’t go near Room 6B.” I thought he was joking. The place was falling apart anyway—peeling wallpaper, flickering lights, and creaky wooden floors that groaned under every step. Why would one room matter more than the rest?
By subah alenziabout a year ago in Horror
The Taxi Ride I Wish I Never Took
I had always taken late-night taxis in the city, but something about that night felt wrong from the start. The rain poured in thick sheets, and the streets were almost deserted. When the old yellow taxi stopped for me, I felt a chill crawl up my spine, but I forced myself inside.
By subah alenziabout a year ago in Horror
Was it a ghost? Or just a ghost?
Most of my younger life I had grown up with people that would otherwise be referred to respectively as 'Shar' men and women had they lived back a hundred years or so ago.
By Russell Ormsby about a year ago in Horror
Clive Barker’s Hellraiser Holds a Special Place in My Heart
I had to watch one of my favorite horror films that introduced me to some of the best body horror I have seen in a horror movie. Hellraiser is a cult classic, made by one of the iconic horror masters, Clive Barker.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
The Stranger on the Last Bus
The rain had been falling for hours, turning the city into a restless blur of silver. Puddles reflected the orange glow of streetlights, and cars hissed by in streaks of water. Zara adjusted her coat and tightened her scarf as she hurried toward the bus stop. She hated working the late shift at the café; by the time she finished, it felt like the whole world had already gone to sleep.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Horror