supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Echoes from the Void
In the year 2107, the starship Odyssey embarked on a mission unlike any other in human history. Charged with exploring the dark reaches beyond the Milky Way, the vessel carried a crew of forty—the best scientists, engineers, and specialists from around Earth, each handpicked for their skills and resilience. Their goal was to unveil the mysteries that lay hidden in the vast, silent expanse of intergalactic space.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writerabout a year ago in Horror
The Man Who Followed Me Home
Hey, can I tell you something that still gives me chills? It happened last year, around late October. You know, when the days start getting shorter, the air smells like wet leaves, and everything feels just a little off. I had just moved to a new town—small, quiet, the kind of place where nothing big ever really happens. At least, that’s what I thought. I lived alone in a tiny apartment on the second floor of an old brick building. It was cozy, but creaky. Every night, the wooden floor would groan like it had secrets. I didn’t mind it at first. I even liked the idea of living somewhere with a bit of character. But one night, something changed. And after that, I was never the same. The First Footsteps It was a Tuesday night. I’d gone for a walk after dinner—just around the block, headphones in, a podcast playing about ghost stories (ironic, I know). The streets were nearly empty. Just me, a few rustling trees, and the occasional porch light flickering like it was trying to warn me. When I got home, I locked the door, kicked off my shoes, and went to make tea. That’s when I heard it. Creak. From upstairs. Which didn’t make sense… because I lived on the top floor. I paused. Maybe it was the building settling. Or a neighbor moving something. Old places make weird sounds all the time, right? I went back to making tea. Creak… Creak. Slower this time. Almost like… footsteps. One after another. And right above me. I turned off the kettle and stood there, listening. My heart started to beat faster—not like I was scared, exactly, but like my body was trying to tell me something’s wrong. There shouldn’t be anyone above me. The roof was just that—an empty roof. No attic. No upstairs apartment. Just me and the sky. I slept with the lights on that night. The Door That Wasn’t Locked A couple nights later, I came home late from work. It was raining, and I was soaked. All I could think about was getting dry and warm. But when I reached my apartment door, I saw something that made my stomach twist. It was open. Not all the way—just a crack. But I always locked my door. Always. I pushed it open slowly. The lights were off. It was quiet. Too quiet. I picked up the umbrella in my hand like a bat and whispered, “Hello?” like an idiot. No answer. But the place felt… different. Like someone had been there. I checked every room. Nothing was missing. Nothing was broken. But something had changed. There were muddy footprints. Not mine. Bigger. Barefoot. Leading from the door… to my bedroom. And then they stopped. Just vanished in the middle of the room. No trail out. No trail back. Just… gone. The Mirror Man After that night, I kept every light on in my apartment. I even started sleeping on the couch so I could watch the front door. Nothing happened for a few days, and I started to think maybe I had imagined it all. Then came the mirror. It started with little things. Foggy shapes when I was brushing my teeth. Glimpses of movement in the corner of my eye. Then one night, as I was drying my face with a towel, I looked up and saw him. A man. Standing behind me in the mirror. Tall. Pale. Eyes too wide. No hair. No clothes. Just standing there, staring at me like he was waiting. But when I turned around, no one was there. I looked back at the mirror. Empty. I wanted to run. I wanted to leave. But where would I go? Who would believe me? I told myself maybe it was stress. Maybe I was tired. I stopped looking in mirrors after that. I even covered them up with blankets. The Voice in the Dark About a week later, I woke up to the sound of whispering. At first I thought it was a dream. But it didn’t stop. It came from the hallway, just outside the living room. I held my breath. The whispering was low. Gravelly. Like someone trying to speak through a mouth full of dirt. I couldn’t make out the words, but I knew—he was back. I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight. Slowly, I crept toward the hallway. The light flickered. The whispering stopped. I peeked around the corner. Empty. But then I saw it—on the wall. A handprint. Wet. Huge. Like it had been pressed into the wall just seconds ago. I pressed my hand against it. Mine was half the size. I didn’t sleep that night. The Final Night I decided I couldn’t stay there anymore. I packed a bag and planned to crash at a friend’s place until I could move. But as I was packing, I heard something that froze me in place. Knock. Knock. Knock. From inside my closet. My heart felt like it was about to explode. I picked up a flashlight again, hand shaking. I walked to the closet door. I reached out. Grabbed the knob. Took a deep breath… And pulled it open. Empty. Just clothes and hangers. But behind my coat, there was something else. A trap door. I had never seen it before. It was small, wooden, hidden behind the back panel of the closet. Something had opened it. I leaned closer. There were stairs going down. Into the dark. That’s when I heard him. Whispering again. But this time, I understood the words. “Come down. I’ve been waiting.” I slammed the door shut, threw on my backpack, and ran out of that apartment barefoot. I never went back.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Horror
The Guide
Part 1: Four Brothers of the Trail The pre-dawn air in Kota Kinabalu was thick with humidity and anticipation as four teenage boys made their final preparations in the SMK Tanjung Aru parking lot. Mickey Lim, seventeen and the appointed leader of their small expedition, checked his watch nervously. They had been planning this Scout expedition to St. Veronica's Hill for months, and today everything had to go perfectly.
By David Geekmindsabout a year ago in Horror
The Girl in the Third-Floor Window
I moved into the apartment complex in late October, just as the leaves turned brittle and the wind grew sharp. It was a three-story brick building on the edge of town, old but affordable—too affordable, if I’m being honest. I should’ve known something was off.
By Manisha Jamesabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Transmission
By the year 2103, humanity had established its first permanent colony on Mars — New Dawn Base — a shining beacon of hope for interplanetary survival. Equipped with the latest technology and a team of fifty scientists, engineers, and explorers, the colony’s goal was to terraform Mars and search for signs of past or present life.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writerabout a year ago in Horror
Shadows of the Neon Moon
By the end of the 21st century, humanity had established several colonies beyond Earth, with Europa Base standing out as a marvel of scientific progress. Situated on Jupiter’s icy moon, Europa was thought to be a promising location for discovering extraterrestrial life, thanks to its hidden subsurface ocean.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writerabout a year ago in Horror
The House That Whispers When It Rains
You ever hear a house whisper? I don’t mean creaks and groans. I mean full-on whispering—words—coming from the walls when the rain falls hard and the lights go out. That’s what happened at 19 Wren Hollow Lane. And I wish I could say I imagined it. That it was just stress or some weird trick of the mind. But my brother didn’t imagine it. My dog didn’t imagine it. And my neighbor? He disappeared on the second night. 1. The House Was Too Cheap I moved into the house in June 2025. It was a great deal—too great. Four bedrooms, a huge yard, and it came fully furnished. Like someone had left in a hurry. I should’ve known better. But I’d just lost my job and needed a reset. The first two days were quiet. Then it rained. 2. It Spoke It started at 2:17 a.m. I woke up because my dog, Gus, was growling—low and steady. Then I heard it. Whispers. Coming from the attic. At first, I thought it was wind. But it wasn't random. It was words. “You shouldn’t have come here…” Clear as a whisper in your ear. I froze. Then it said my name. 3. I Tried to Ignore It The next morning, I told myself I was dreaming. Until I went to the attic. There was nothing up there but a chair. Facing the far wall. Like someone had been sitting there… watching. Carved into the wood were four words: “Don’t answer the walls.” 4. My Brother Came Over I asked my brother Dan to stay over the next stormy night. He didn’t believe me—but he stayed. At 2:17 a.m., it happened again. This time, it was louder. The voices came from under the floor. Dan heard them too. We both heard the same thing: “One of you can leave.” He looked at me and laughed nervously. But then the lights blew out. 5. Gus Disappeared The dog was gone in the morning. Just… gone. No signs of struggle. No door left open. No paw prints outside. The weird part? His leash was hanging on the doorknob. And on the front window, written in the fog, were the words: “He listened.” 6. We Found the Trapdoor Dan and I tore the house apart that day. Behind the hallway closet, we found a hidden trapdoor—leading to a second basement. It wasn’t on the blueprint. The staircase was steep and narrow. At the bottom was a room full of mirrors. But none of them reflected us. They all showed a different version of the room. In one mirror, I saw Gus. Lying still. In another, I saw myself—but older. Bloody. Eyes wide open. 7. Dan Went Missing That night, I begged Dan not to sleep here again. But he wanted answers. He said he was going to stay in the attic with a flashlight and record everything. At 2:17 a.m., I woke up again. No whispering this time. Just silence. And Dan’s phone buzzing on the kitchen table. The screen was cracked. It had one photo left in the gallery. A blurry shot of something crawling out of the mirror. 8. The Rain Fell Hard The storm came fast. Wind shook the trees. Water slammed the windows. And the house… screamed. Not whispered. Screamed. Voices from the attic, the floor, the pipes, even the TV—even though it was unplugged. They all said the same thing: “Answer. Answer. Answer.” I screamed back: “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” Then silence. Followed by a single whisper in my left ear: “Permission.” 9. I Tried to Leave I packed a bag and ran for the car. The engine wouldn’t start. Every time I turned the key, the radio clicked on and whispered: “You live here now.” The road was gone—covered in fog so thick it looked like milk. And in the rearview mirror, I saw the attic chair. But it was now in my back seat. 10. The Final Entry It’s been three days since the last storm. I haven’t slept. I unplugged everything. I covered the mirrors. But the voices don’t need rain anymore. They come every night. Dan is still missing. The police found no trace of him or Gus. They asked why there were hundreds of names scratched into the attic wall. And why “Dan” was the most recent one. If you ever see a house with old furniture, too many mirrors, and a price that feels too good to be true—walk away. Because once you hear the house whisper your name… It doesn’t stop until you’re part of it. The House That Whispers When It Rains You don’t own the house. The house owns you.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Horror
The Hollowing: How a Village’s Children Became Vessels for Something Older
Season 1 Chapter 1 : Whispers Before the Silence The village of Eldwynd was forgotten by most maps, nestled in a low valley surrounded by dense pines that whispered secrets to the wind. To outsiders, it was a quaint hamlet where time had seemingly paused ....weathered cottages, a single dusty road, and the faint, distant tolling of the church bell every hour. But beneath its sleepy veneer, Eldwynd held a story that even its oldest residents dared not speak aloud.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
