supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Screaming House on Elder Lane: A Nightmare That Followed Me Home
It started the day I moved into the house on Elder Lane. I’d just gone through a divorce, so when I found a rental half the price of anything else in the neighborhood, I didn’t ask too many questions. The landlord was an older man with sun-damaged skin and jittery hands. All he said was, “Don’t open the attic door at night. That’s all I ask.” I thought he was being eccentric.
By Manisha Jamesabout a year ago in Horror
The Forgotten Signal
In the year 2095, humanity had become accustomed to the silent void beyond our solar system. Decades earlier, a deep-space probe named Voyager-X1 had been launched on a mission to explore the farthest reaches of space, searching for signs of life beyond Earth. After years of reliable transmission, it suddenly went silent, disappearing into the endless blackness.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writerabout a year ago in Horror
Echoes from the Abyss
The year was 2098, and humanity’s thirst for discovery had pushed explorers to the ocean’s deepest trenches. The Aegis Explorer, a state-of-the-art deep-sea research vessel, was dispatched to the Mariana Trench—the deepest known point on Earth.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writerabout a year ago in Horror
Do Not Look Out the Window After Midnight
Everyone thinks the scariest things happen inside the house. But let me tell you something I learned the hard way: Sometimes, the real horror is outside—watching. And if you ever look out your window after midnight… You might see something that doesn’t go away.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Horror
The Lights Went Out, but Someone Was Still Breathing
This story isn’t one I tell often. But since you're here, and you're a friend, I’ll share it with you. It happened on a rainy Tuesday night in April 2025. I was home alone. And when the lights went out, I thought the worst thing I’d have to deal with was missing my favorite show. I was wrong. 1. Just Another Quiet Night It had been a normal day. I ordered pizza. Put on some Netflix. Scrolled through my phone. Rain tapped softly on the windows. I live in a small apartment—just one bedroom, one bathroom, and a living room/kitchen combo. Cozy and quiet. The power flickered a few times around 9:00 p.m., then bam—everything went dark. No big deal, I thought. The storm probably knocked something out. I lit a few candles and sat back down, waiting. 2. The Breathing That’s when I heard it. Soft. Slow. Like someone was trying to be quiet. Breathing. Not mine. It came from somewhere behind the couch. At first, I thought maybe it was the wind. Or maybe the pipes? But the sound was too… real. Inhale. Exhale. Like someone sitting still. Trying not to move. I turned around. Nothing. But the breathing didn’t stop. 3. The Phone Light I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight. The beam cut through the dark. The room was empty. But when I swept the light toward the hallway… something moved. Just a flicker. A shadow sliding out of view. I froze. Said aloud, “Hello?” No answer. Then from the darkness, I heard a whisper. Not words. Just… breathing. Closer now. 4. A Message from Nowhere I backed into the kitchen, trying to stay calm. I texted my friend Mia: “I think someone’s in my apartment.” She replied instantly: “What? Are you joking?” Before I could reply, the stove clock blinked. For a second, the power tried to return—then died again. But something had changed. There was a new note stuck to the fridge. I didn’t put it there. It said: “Thanks for the pizza.” I hadn’t opened the box yet. 5. Don’t Look in the Closet I grabbed a kitchen knife. Not to be brave. Just to not feel helpless. I thought maybe someone had broken in. Maybe during the storm, someone slipped in when I took out the trash? I checked the front door. Still locked. The windows? Shut. That’s when I noticed the hallway closet was open a crack. I hadn’t opened it all week. And from the dark inside… I saw a pale hand. 6. I Ran I didn’t wait. I bolted out the door barefoot in the rain. I called the police. They arrived ten minutes later. Walked through the apartment with flashlights and flashbang confidence. They found no one. But in the closet? They found a mask, a used fork, and a damp blanket that didn’t belong to me. Worse? There was a hole in the back wall. Small, like a vent. And it led to the empty unit next door. 7. The Man in the Walls The police said it wasn’t the first time. That building had a history. A year ago, a man had been evicted—but refused to leave. Instead, he lived inside the walls, moving between units through old maintenance shafts and air vents. He only came out at night. They thought he was gone. They were wrong. They think he found a way back in. Maybe through the attic. Maybe he never left at all. 8. The Aftermath I moved out the next day. Didn’t even sleep there again. Just packed a bag and stayed with a friend. The landlord changed the locks. Blocked the vents. Called exterminators—not for rats… for people. 9. One Last Thing A week after I left, Mia sent me a picture. It was taken outside my old window. Someone had written on the glass—from inside: “Come back soon :)” The smiley face was made with grease.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers from the Void
Titan, Saturn’s largest moon, had become humanity’s new frontier. The atmosphere was thick with methane clouds, but beneath that toxic haze, vast mineral riches awaited extraction. In 2103, the Helix Mining Colony was established, housing 120 workers in rotating shifts.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writerabout a year ago in Horror
The Third Mirror
I know this sounds like something from a movie. But this story is real. It happened to me earlier this year, and even now, I don’t feel safe talking about it. But maybe if I tell you what happened, you’ll know what to do if you ever see your reflection doing something you didn’t. Let me start from the beginning. • My New Apartment Was Perfect I had just moved into a one-bedroom apartment—top floor, quiet neighborhood, cheap rent. Too good to be true. There were only two mirrors in the whole place: – One in the bathroom above the sink. – One full-length mirror in the hallway near my bedroom. Simple. Clean. Normal. Or so I thought. • The First Time It Happened It was late. Around 1:30 a.m. I got up to get water. Walked down the hallway. Didn’t turn on the light. As I passed the full-length mirror, I glanced at my reflection like always… …but something was wrong. My reflection wasn’t moving. I had taken two steps forward. But the “me” in the mirror stayed standing still. Eyes locked on me. I stopped. It caught up a second later—snap—as if buffering. I stared at it for a long time. Told myself I was just tired. But I didn’t sleep that night. • Things Got Weirder The next night, I saw my reflection smile when I wasn’t smiling. Another night, I walked past the bathroom mirror and saw someone else reflected behind me—just for a second. I turned around. Nobody there. But when I looked in the mirror again… my reflection had something in its hand. Something long. Sharp. A piece of broken glass. My hands were empty. • The Third Mirror That weekend, I invited my friend Sam over. While I made tea, he asked, “Hey… did you hang a mirror in your room?” “No,” I said. “Why?” “Because when I passed by your door,” he said slowly, “I saw someone looking at me from inside. Looked like you. But you were in the kitchen.” I ran to my bedroom. There it was: a new mirror on the far wall, perfectly clean. I had never bought it. “I swear it wasn’t there yesterday,” I told Sam. He didn’t laugh. He just said, “I don’t think you should sleep here tonight.” • I Tried to Get Rid of It I took the mirror down. Carried it outside. Smashed it with a hammer. The glass shattered, but there was no reflection in any piece. Just blackness. Like a hole. And when I turned to go back inside, my hallway mirror had fogged up on its own. Four words were written in the condensation: “WHY DID YOU LOOK” • The Reflection Moved Out of Sync That night, I covered every mirror in the apartment with towels and duct tape. I set up my phone to record while I slept. The next morning, I watched the footage. At exactly 3:11 a.m., the towel over the hallway mirror slid off by itself. A pale hand reached out of the glass. Then the reflection of me stepped out. It stood at the foot of my bed, breathing. Then it leaned down… and whispered something into my ear. I couldn’t hear what it said on the video. But when I woke up, I was already standing—staring into the hallway mirror. • Something Was Replaced Over the next few days, people said I was acting strange. Quieter. Colder. Sam said, “You look like yourself, but… I don’t know, man. Something’s off.” I looked in the mirror and smiled. My reflection didn’t match the smile. It looked forced. It was like something was wearing me. I started finding mirror messages: “Let me stay.” “You looked too long.” “You belong on the other side now.” • The Mirror World I went back to the mirror I smashed. The pieces were gone. But in the corner of my hallway, I noticed a flickering—like light bouncing off glass. I stepped close. Closer. And then I was no longer in my apartment. I was in a room that looked like my apartment—but mirrored. Everything reversed. And darker. A copy of me was sitting on the bed, grinning. It said, in a voice just like mine: “Thanks for letting me out. You can stay here now.” I ran. But when I woke up in my own bed the next morning… There was no mirror in the hallway anymore. • The Ending? Now, sometimes, I look into shop windows and see someone behind me. But when I turn around, I’m alone. Sometimes, when I brush my teeth, I see myself blinking too late. Or smiling too long. I tried to warn others. I posted about it. Most people laughed. But a few messaged me: “This happened to me too.” “I smashed mine. It didn’t work.” “They’re still watching.” So now I’m telling you: If you ever see a mirror where one wasn’t before… If your reflection starts doing things you’re not doing… Don’t look. Don’t speak. Don’t smile. And whatever you do… Don’t turn your back on the third mirror.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Broadcast
The Andromeda Relay-9 was launched in 2075 — a deep-space satellite designed to explore interstellar frequencies and black hole echoes from beyond the Milky Way. Two years after its deployment, it went dark. All signals lost. It was presumed destroyed.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writerabout a year ago in Horror
The Silence Beneath Europa
In the final months of 2099, the Nautilus-12 descended through Europa’s frozen crust, part of a historic mission to explore the ocean beneath the Jovian moon. NASA and the Global Exploration Authority had invested decades into making the mission possible. The stakes were enormous.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writerabout a year ago in Horror
