supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Room That Watches
Eva didn’t believe in haunted houses—only haunted minds. That’s what she told herself as she stepped into the remote Victorian rental, dragging two overstuffed suitcases and a half-finished manuscript behind her. The house stood alone on a hilltop, surrounded by fog-drenched trees that swayed without wind, their gnarled branches brushing the windows like bony fingers. It was the perfect place to finish her psychological thriller. Isolated, quiet, inspiring. Or so she believed.
By Muhammad Hakimiabout a year ago in Horror
Under the Bed
Under the Bed It started with a whisper. I was 10 when I first heard it. A soft, raspy voice drifting from beneath my bed as I was drifting off to sleep. My room was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes your ears buzz. Then it came—low, deliberate, unmistakably human.
By Muhammad Hakimiabout a year ago in Horror
I Found a Phone in the Woods. I Shouldn't Have Opened It.
I had no business being in the woods that day. No real reason to walk so far off the beaten trail. I was there to clear my head, to escape the mess of my life back home. My job was killing me, my relationship was falling apart, and the deep silence of the forest was all I had left to ground me.
By Nauman Khanabout a year ago in Horror
Digesting Darkness
The first time I ate someone's sorrow, it was by mistake. My aunt had died. At the funeral, my cousin wouldn't cease crying. She gripped her mother's wedding ring so tightly in her fist the knuckles went white. When she hugged me, she pressed the ring into my palm.
By MD NAZIM UDDIN about a year ago in Horror
The House Told Me to Leave. I Didn't Listen.
I first saw the house on a Thursday afternoon. The clouds had opened just enough to pour a heavy rain that slicked the streets of the small New Hampshire town I had just moved to. I wasn’t looking for anything grand—just quiet. After the accident, after the silence that followed my parents' passing, I thought solitude would be healing.
By Nauman Khanabout a year ago in Horror
“The house on raven hill: a true story that still haunts me”
They say every town has its haunted house — the kind neighbors speak about in hushed tones, kids dare each other to enter, and realtors try not to mention. In my town, that house sat like a forgotten relic on the edge of Raven Hill, cloaked in ivy and silence. It looked like it belonged in a different century, and maybe it did.
By Hasan mahamudabout a year ago in Horror
