supernatural

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

The Mirror Knows My Name
I found the mirror in a thrift store on the edge of town. Tall, antique, and framed in twisted black wood that seemed to shimmer slightly in the light. A price tag dangled from one corner: £5. Practically free.
By Afaq Mughalabout a year ago in Horror
The Hostage
Marcus stood on shaky legs, as the three men around him were waiting for their leader to arrive. The three men were nicely dressed, each of them wearing the kind of fancy clothes that the rich liked to wear. They were all chatting amongst themselves, sharing a drink at the bar. One of them was standing behind the counter, serving the two men a drink.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
Pathogen: Ch. 17
"Jules, stay with me!" Marnie begged, her hands trembling as they pressed tightly on the Latino's injured abdomen. Although she'd wrestled him to the SUV's floorboards in record time, he was getting paler every second. Sweat stood on his brow and upper lip in huge beads, his chest jumping up and down with every short, shallow, labored breath. He had to be in incredible pain, she knew, but it was hard to tell based on the look on his face. If anything, he just seemed dazed; confused. Like he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that there was a bullet hole in his side.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Horror
Blood in the Mouth, Light in the Mind. Top Story - August 2025.
We are told, the light is safety, the darkness, a trap. We are told, the day brings to light what is done in the night. But.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Horror
Fort Rotterdam: Indonesia's Fortress of Tears
Guarding the Makassar coast of South Sulawesi stands Fort Rotterdam, larger than Indonesia's best-preserved Dutch colonial fort. Its three-century-old sea-turtle-shaped walls (Benteng Penyu) are beset with sorrowful history and whispered secrets of troubled ghosts, making it the nation's spookiest place to visit.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a year ago in Horror
The Pollock Twins: Reincarnation Evidence?
The Screech of Tires On a quiet street in Hexham, England, May 5, 1957, life was ordinary. Two sisters; Joanna, 11, and Jacqueline Pollock, 6... skipped along the cobblestones on their way to church. Their mother walked behind, her heart full of the simple joys of a spring morning. Then came the screech of tires. A car, driven by a local woman in a daze, veered toward the girls. The mother screamed. Neighbors would later swear time slowed down before the impact. And in a blink, the lives of the Pollock family were torn apart.
By Veil of Shadowsabout a year ago in Horror
“Infinity Pool” Had Great Horror Ideas, But Lacked a Proper Execution
I have waited way too long to talk about Infinity Pool. I actually had watched this film a year ago, in October, and I’m just going to admit it straight out: I was so bored.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
SEASON 4- EMILY ROAN : The Nomen Child
Chapter 12: The Mirror Ward Tallowridge County Pediatric Hospital Basement Level 2, Restricted Access Corridor Z Date: November 22, 1985
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
Her Reflection Moved First
Mira bought the mirror at a thrift store on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. It was tall, antique, and surrounded by a tarnished brass frame carved with roses. The tag read: "Victorian. Hand-carved. $40." A steal. She had just moved into a new apartment downtown and wanted something elegant for the hallway. It felt like fate.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Horror
Sack of Bones
Content Warning: brief mentions of chilf abuse and domestic violence. I can’t tell if the yowling’s for the dead or the heat. It’s cicada hiss and lawn mower growl hot—so hot, it’s disrespectful. But as Dad shovels dirt over Papa, I’m cold. I can't cry, and it feels like sin.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Horror
A Journey Into the Death of Us All
A cup of coffee fills to the brim of the steel mug and scrapes across the metal table as the robot arm passes it to you. Across the table in front of you is the AI Detective, who has a list of questions and will record your answers. The AI Detective has a TV screen and 4 fingered hands, arms, and feet that retract back into its box structure. When looking directly at the screen, there are tiny lights on the outer rim of the screen able to project or cause any image to trick your brain into hallucinating what the Detective wants you to see.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Horror
Imagine Transcendence
The cool blues and grays of the monitor screen painted Lisa’s tired face, reflecting another hour lost scrolling through an endless, bland expanse of generic stock photos. Each sterile image felt less like potential and more like a tiny, suffocating box, a visual echo of the creative and financial constraints pressing in on her. The rent was a looming shadow, freelance gigs felt like distant mirages, and her creative well felt not just dry, but actively parched, cracked earth under a relentless sun. But beneath the surface of this everyday struggle, there was a deeper, more profound ache. A hunger for something *more*. A yearning for transcendence, for beauty that wasn't commodified or diluted, for a connection that felt utterly lacking in her current, mundane reality. She felt tethered, not just by finances, but by the sheer, uninspiring weight of the ordinary world, longing for a glimpse of something impossible, something that pulsed with genuine life and meaning, something that mirrored a hidden, unexpressed part of herself.
By Maxim Dudkoabout a year ago in Horror