supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Pathogen, Ch. 11
While Marnie was still reeling from shock, Julian leaned over the center console and took a peek out her window. A second later, he threw himself violently in the other direction, kicking open the passenger side door in the process. Marnie grimaced at the sound of him tossing his cookies onto the asphalt, but she couldn't blame him for it a bit. Honestly, it was all she could do to keep from tossing her own cookies. Tossing cookies felt like a very appropriate response to seeing a gore-covered zombie sitting in a pile of what used to be a person.
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in Horror
Gunkanjima: The Ghost Island of Japanโs Industrial Nightmare
Hashima Island: Haunting Legacy of Industry and Suffering Off the coast of Nagasaki, Japan, lies Hashima Islandโlocally known as Gunkanjima (Battleship Island) because of its warship profileโis a crumbling relic of Japan's industrial past and haunting reminder of human subjugation. Once the most populated place on earth, this erstwhile island town is now a ghostly labyrinth of crumbling concrete, veiled in tales of suffering and phantom desolation.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The last voicemail
I didn't realize the dead could leave voicemails. At least not until yesterday. At 3:17 a.m., my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but something about it felt odd. The ringtone sounded twisted, like if it came from underwater. I let it go to voicemail and attempted to go back asleep. I checked the message this morning. It was from my sister Maddie. A sister who died two years ago. Her voice was weak, but it was hers. "Ryan," she said quietly, "I don't have much time." It is freezing here. He monitors everything. Don't trust the lights. Then static. Then came quiet. I played it again. One hundred times. I checked the number. It's burned into my memory. I tried to call back. It did not exist. My hands couldn't quit shaking. Maddie died in a vehicle accident, which included a closed casket, a funeral, and grieving therapy. I witnessed the wreck personally. There is no going back from that. But this was her voice. I knew it like it was my own. I drove back to our hometown. The voicemail did not give me a choice. Maddie and I would sneak out to an old cabin in the woods behind our house, which we called "The Quiet." I hadn't been there since she died, but I found myself trudging down the path regardless, boots crunching in the frost and breath hanging in the air like ghosts.
By Mastura Islam2 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Rumah Hantu
It was a cool evening in the bustling city of Jakarta, Indonesia. The city was alive with the hum of traffic, the call of street vendors, and the bright lights that pierced through the haze of smog. But amidst the life of this sprawling urban landscape stood a house that time had forgotten, or perhaps, one that no one dared remember.
By Sabiha Sums2 years ago in Horror
The House That Whispers
Everyone in Halewick knew not to walk past the Blackridge House after dark. The old Victorian mansion had stood empty for over sixty years, crumbling slowly behind a rusted iron gate and a wall of choking ivy. No one tended the grounds. No realtor listed it. It simplyโฆ existed. Like a bad memory the town refused to dig up. Some said the house was cursed. Others said it was waiting.
By Alpha Cortex2 years ago in Horror
Echo of the Stars
Title: "Echo of the Stars" A Daring Space Epic That Redefines Heroism with Fierce Heart and Galactic Depth In a universe gripped by rebellion, oppression, and fading legacies, Echo of the Stars emerges as a bold, visually stunning space opera โ one that doesnโt just borrow from sci-fi lore but boldly shapes its own. At the center of this celestial firestorm stands Kaelara Voss, a fierce warrior torn between light and vengeance, portrayed with striking intensity by rising star Aria Solen.
By Sultan Khan2 years ago in Horror
Where shadows breath. Content Warning.
The year was 2010. I was in class 9 at the time and was only 16 years old. Fear was something I didn't really understand at this age. Every year, our village of Durgapuja celebrated with great enthusiasm. One of the highlights for me was the cultural programmes held at our school during the festival - full of music, drama and dance. I especially loved watching these shows at night.
By Joyprokash Roy2 years ago in Horror
