supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Knock That Shouldn't Have Happened
It was 2:13 AM when I heard the knock. Three soft taps. But I live alone. And no one should have known where I was. I moved to this cabin in the woods to find peace. Far from the noise, far from the city, far from people. It was supposed to be a retreat — a place where I could write, reflect, and heal. No distractions, no interruptions. Just me, the trees, and silence. And for the first week, it was exactly that. Until that night.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Horror
The Girl in the Drain
Hi. I want to tell you about something that happened to me last month. I haven’t told many people, because I know it sounds crazy. But it’s real. I swear. It started with the smell. You know that sharp, dirty smell drains have sometimes? Like old water and metal? I started noticing it everywhere. Not just in the bathroom or kitchen sink—but in my bedroom, in the hallway, even near the fridge. It didn’t make sense. I cleaned everything. I even poured bleach down the pipes. But it stayed. And then, it started whispering. The First Voice It was late. Around 2 a.m. I had just gotten into bed when I heard it. A soft voice, like a girl, calling from the bathroom: “Hey… can you hear me?” I froze. At first I thought it was the TV in the other room, or a neighbor. But the TV was off. And I live alone. I crept to the bathroom. The lights were off, but the sink was dripping. “I’m still here…” the voice whispered again. “Help me.” I slammed the door shut and didn’t sleep. The Town Legend I asked my neighbor, Miss Darlene, an older woman who’s lived on this street since the 80s, if she had ever heard anything strange. She looked at me for a moment, then nodded slowly. “You don’t know about Emily, do you?” I shook my head. “Years ago,” she said, “a girl named Emily drowned. She was playing near the storm drain with some other kids. Slipped, hit her head, and the water pulled her under.” She leaned closer. “They say the drain never let her go.” I thought it was just an old story. A ghost tale to scare kids. But that night, when I took a shower… the mirror fogged up. And when I wiped it, I saw something written on the glass, even though I hadn’t touched it. "Don’t forget me."
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Horror
THE BLOOD ORCHARD OF MONTE SILENZIO
CHAPTER 1: THE INHERITANCE Italy's Most Haunted Vineyard ...The Truth Behind Monte Silenzio The letter arrived precisely at 3:33 PM, though Luca would swear later the post had already come that morning. The parchment was unnaturally thick between his fingers, its fibers pulsing faintly like slow-beating veins. When he turned it over, the wax seal cracked open with a sound like a dying man's last breath, releasing the scent of Merlot and something far older - the iron-rich stench of blood long dried but never forgotten.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
The Fresno Nightcrawler
You might be familiar with cryptids like Bigfoot, the Moth man, and the Chupacabra but what about the Fresno Nightcrawler? It's one cryptid you may or may not have heard about around the campfire as you take turns telling eerie stories.
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Tenant
A Place I Could Afford I wasn't supposed to live there. Not in that part of town. Not in that building. But you know how life is—losing a job, breaking up, sleeping on couches. When you’re tired enough, you’ll live anywhere that offers a key and four walls. The building was called Bellview Heights, though there was nothing high or beautiful about it. It stood like a forgotten concrete block at the edge of the city—gray, silent, and weathered by time. The apartment manager, an older man named Mr. Heller, gave me a warm smile but cold eyes. “It’s quiet,” he said. “People like quiet, right?” I nodded. The rent was shockingly low. A one-bedroom, furnished, no deposit, no references. I didn’t question it. I should have. He handed me the keys with a grip a little too tight and said, “Apartment 6B. You’ll be the only one on that floor.” The First Night The place wasn’t bad. The furniture was basic, clean enough. The windows faced a dead tree and a rusted fence. Still, it felt like something had happened there—not visible, but present, like a smell you can’t name but know isn’t right. That night, I heard it for the first time. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. It came from beneath the floor. Slow, deliberate. Not rats. Not pipes. Something… methodical. Like fingernails. I tried to ignore it. Pulled the blanket tighter. Told myself it was nothing. Then came the whisper. Faint. Right by my ear. “You're not the first.” The Locked Door The next day, I asked Heller about the noise. “You're on the top floor,” he said too quickly. “No one above or below. Probably just the building settling.” When I pressed him, he changed the subject. Back in 6B, I noticed something strange. A door in the hallway closet—small, metal, bolted shut. I hadn’t seen it the day before. It wasn’t a utility hatch. It was just… a door. Barely two feet high. With a single latch and something smeared near the base—looked like dried paint. Or rust. I didn’t open it. That night, the whispers came again. “Don’t trust the floor.” “They live underneath.” “They’re listening.” Neighbors Who Never Blink I met a neighbor on the third day—an old woman in 4A. She wore a blue dress and stared at me without blinking. “You shouldn’t have come here,” she said. “Why?” “They don’t like new ones.” “Who?” She leaned closer. Her breath smelled like soil. “The tenants beneath.” She closed the door before I could say anything else. I checked the building directory in the lobby. There were no tenants listed on 5th or 7th. No 6th floor at all. And yet, there I was. Living in 6B. Down Below
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Horror
The Second Corona. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Everyone believed that the first wave had ended years ago. Humanity had adjusted by 2031. Masks have evolved into fashion accessories, social distance has become social etiquette, and vaccines have been upgraded to the level of smartphone apps. Although never the same again, life could be lived. That was before The Second Corona—something else, not a virus. In a remote Indian village where the sun never seemed to rise correctly, it began quietly. Locals claimed the sky glowed with a second corona—an eerie, shimmering halo of light that hovered just behind the sun. At first, scientists called it an atmospheric anomaly. Then people started vanishing.
By Mr Asrafulabout a year ago in Horror
"The Clockmaker's Secret: A Small Town's Curse That Ticks in the Dark"
They say the dead don’t tell time. In the town of Millhaven, that’s not true. No one visits the old quarter of Millhaven anymore. The houses lean as though whispering secrets to one another, their eyes dark with broken glass. But at the heart of the decay stands a curious shop—"Wickers & Time: Precision Clocks Since 1841." No one’s entered it for 35 years, yet the clocks inside still tick.
By Hamad Haiderabout a year ago in Horror
