supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Haunting Of The Lighthouse Keeper
The old lighthouse keeper, Silas, squinted through the salty spray, his weathered face etched with worry. The storm, a monstrous entity clawing at the craggy cliffs, had raged for two days, severing all communication with the mainland. He was alone, save for the restless groan of the wind and the rhythmic crash of waves against the jagged rocks.
Mr.ReyTatuinPublished 2 months ago in HorrorAKU DAN SOSOK MISTERIUS
My name is Fahmi, I was 13 years old at that time. At that time I had an interest in one of the sports fields in my country, Indonesia, namely pencak silat. I chose the largest pencak silat organization in my country, namely, PERSAUDARAAN SETIA HATI TERATE or commonly known as PSHT. When I first started practicing silat I felt very happy. However, there was a very strong feeling at that time, because my training place was in one of the village fields close to the public cemetery. I can feel the very cold wind. However, it still felt warm because there were many friends who were just like me participating in the silat training. Day after day I spent in that practice. I went through level after level of practice. For 3 years I was trained very well by my trainer named MAS BAGUS. Until I reached the end of the training level, namely small white belt. I felt a very great aura there. I felt like there were many people present right behind me. But no one was behind me. There were only 4 people there including my coach, bro, good guy. Then I started to work up the courage to ask my coach.
Fahmi Casper86Published 2 months ago in Horror- Top Story - February 2024
The Little Dreamer
The little dreamer rested with one arm tucked around his Teddy and the other tightly gripping his Blanky, his gentle brow as soothing as a soft kiss upon the cheek. The sun shown brightly in his untroubled dreams, the grass beneath his running feet soft and green, his little dog leaping happily beside him.
Whispers of 13 Elm Street
Once upon a time, nestled within the heart of the charming town of Willow Creek, there stood a house at the end of Elm Street. From a distance, it looked like any other residence, adorned with a white picket fence and a meticulously maintained lawn. Its façade whispered tales of warmth and nostalgia, a picture-perfect representation of suburban bliss. However, as the sun dipped below the horizon, and shadows draped the streets, the residents of Willow Creek would exchange furtive glances and hushed words about the dark secret harbored by 13 Elm Street.
joko setiawanPublished 2 months ago in HorrorActually Horrifying TRUE Horror Stories
Some are inherently blessed with the ability to spin words into tales, as a glass spinner creates iridescent globes and faerie wings from the thinnest strands of molten sand. They can take the small components and, with ease and finesse, lay them over one another time and time again until the moment that the masterpiece is complete. At this point the light catches on a single aspect, and sets the whole thing shining and sparkling to all who receive it. All in all, it is a beautiful thing.
The Forgotten Room
In the heart of the old town, nestled between dilapidated buildings and forgotten alleyways, stood an ancient mansion shrouded in mystery. Its towering structure loomed ominously over the cobblestone streets, its windows boarded up and its façade weathered by time. Locals whispered tales of a dark past haunting the mansion, warning curious souls to steer clear of its cursed halls. But for a group of adventurous teenagers seeking thrills on a dare, the mansion beckoned with an irresistible allure.
KpchofficialPublished 2 months ago in HorrorThe Haunted Cabin in the Woods
Deep in the heart of the dense forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the shadows danced in the moonlight, stood a solitary cabin. It was a place forgotten by time, its weather-beaten walls adorned with vines, and its windows shattered like gaping wounds. The locals whispered tales of horror surrounding the cabin, warning travelers to steer clear of its cursed grounds. But curiosity often gets the best of people, and that was the case for a group of adventurous friends who decided to spend a night there.
KpchofficialPublished 2 months ago in HorrorShadows of Deception
In a small town nestled between rolling hills and serene meadows, the quaint neighborhood of College Park whispered with the secrets of its residents. Amidst the comforting familiarity of suburban life, an unsettling air hung heavy, casting shadows upon the idyllic facade.
Michael TauyePublished 2 months ago in HorrorNightfox Reports: Screamers
Not many people read news reports from all of the places that I do, just those who see the Big Picture, that obtuse angle of perception that makes other people anxious, so they change the subject and end a conversation as if the one speaking to them was somehow contagious. I have learned not to discuss these things with just anyone, so I will record my findings here on the Internet and occasionally try to find clues to map out the world that is hidden under the day-to-day life that the Mundanes think of as reality.
Samuel WrightPublished 2 months ago in HorrorThe Magician
Hi friends today I am going to tell you about a creepy horror the Magician I think every high school class has a kid who likes fantasy too much and takes it too.
Bhangs CorporationPublished 2 months ago in HorrorThe Ghoul
The Ghoul is a British film starring Boris Karloff that was thought lost for decades until a scratchy, badly aged and damaged, and just all-around wretched copy was found in Prague. Later, in an old film vault earmarked for termination, a copy was found, a pristine copy, behind a door barricaded with lumber. Holy Vault of Horrors, Batman!
The Kids of Orwin Woods
The job at the gas station was a blessing when they called me, but it would become something of a megrim before I finally quit.
Joshua CampbellPublished 2 months ago in Horror