supernatural

The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.

The Curse of Beaver Falls. Content Warning.
The winter has been long, cold, and dark, yet the people of Beaver Falls had been holding out as long as possible. Many regretted their choice to move into the small settlement in the middle of the mountains while others begged for a painless death. Everywhere one looked, all they would see was misery. For some reason, the only one who seemed to be doing well was Mr. Delenore the grumpy old miner who lived on the outskirts of town. Most people thought he was just a crazy, lonely man with too much time on his hands after the mine closed down for the season, but, as each day passed, he seemed to grow more feral, like a dog falling to the symptoms of rabies. Rebecca, a young woman of eighteen, didn't mind him, though. He was always so kind to her, offering her the extra meat in his ice box to make sure she was well-fed, and she always checked in on him, running errands for him and bringing him news from the rest of the settlers. “Good afternoon, Mr. Delenore,” Rebecca said as she walked up to the door of his log cabin, holding the bag of groceries she had been sent to get. “You're not going to believe it, but they had more of that licorice candy you like so much.” Mr. Delenore smiled as he reached for the bag she offered him. “It's about damn time,” he commented as he started to search the bag. “I’ve been nagging old Mr. Stuart to get the candy for almost a month now.” Used to the way Mr. Delenore liked to complain about everything, Rebecca smiled and sat down in the old, wooden rocking chair next to him.
By Lela Martin2 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Ashford Manor
Ashford Manor has always been a subject of local legends. His towering stone walls and Epheus windows embedded in the hills of the sleepy village of Briarwood seemed to have seen the city with a sense of calm prediction. The Manor House was abandoned for decades, and the once large hall became hollow with forgotten memories. Villagers whispered the story - there was also a language of treasure hidden deep within the walls, but others claimed that the curse had hit the property long ago.
By Biswajit Das2 years ago in Horror
The Shadow Over Blackmore
Blackmore was a quiet English village tucked between rolling hills and dense woodland. It was the kind of place where life moved slowly and the past never quite faded. It had one pub, a crooked church, and a scattering of stone cottages that had stood for centuries. But Blackmere had a secret, whispered behind closed doors and never spoken beyond its borders.
By ankan polley2 years ago in Horror
Horror on the Desert Road
It was the night of September 19, 2023. He had just gotten married and had gone to his home country after the wedding. When he was returning from his country, he acquired a new 2023 model Toyota Raize from the showroom on a five-year installment plan. His work was going well, by the grace of Allah, Alhamdulillah. Then, what happened was his in-laws came to Mecca with their whole family to perform Umrah. It was, of course, prearranged that he would come. He lives in Dammam, which is quite far. But those who are in Saudi Arabia know how far the cities of Dammam and Riyadh are from Mecca. From Al-Ahsa, Mecca is about 1300 km away. No matter how good the roads are there, it's not easy to just drive over such a long distance. It takes a long time to drive. And Ataur Rahman's father-in-law had been in Saudi Arabia for 25 years. He was a driver for a company, so he knew all about the roads in Saudi Arabia and the techniques of driving there. So, his father-in-law said, "Son, when you come, come by bus. There's no need to come in a private car." He must have thought it through, considering he was coming from Dammam, and he had a lot of experience with the roads there. Ataur Rahman was new; he had no experience. The person who drove in Saudi Arabia for 25 years and gained experience driving to various remote cities of Saudi Arabia, he would naturally understand better than him what kind of problems there are on which roads. Based on that experience, he said, "Son, you should come to Mecca by bus."
By Lily2 years ago in Horror
Agrasen Ki Baoli: Echoes of the Past, Haunts of the Present
Located in the heart of New Delhi is Agrasen Ki Baoli, a 14th-century stepwell that is half a marvel of history and half an enigma. Weary stone stairs, ancient corridors, and foreboding silences have made it a historian's paradise, an adventure-seeker's paradise, and a muse for Bollywood directors. But behind the facade of architectural beauty lies a cloak of legends—half truth, half myth—which make it India's most haunted places.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The Shadow T-800
The year was 2047, and the earth was a mausoleum of shattered concrete and twisted steel. Skynet’s victory had come decades earlier, its war machines reducing humanity to scattered embers in a world of ash. The T-800s—those skeletal titans of chrome and death, their red eyes burning through the dark—were the reapers of this apocalypse, programmed to hunt with merciless efficiency. But in the wastelands, rumors had begun to spread among the survivors: a T-800 that didn’t follow the script. One that lingered. One that watched.
By TheNaeth2 years ago in Horror
The Vanishing Fish Mystery
The incident didn't happen too long ago, it's very recent. The brother who sent us the story wishes to remain anonymous, so I won't mention his name. He's currently in the Xinjiang province. What they usually do is, after coming back from the office, they go fishing in the Grand Canal, which is huge and has many different sections. Near his house, at that part of the canal, he goes fishing. His apartment is a two-room flat, and he lives alone. Sometimes his university juniors come to his place to chat. He really enjoys it when Bangladeshi brothers are in a foreign land and visit his apartment. Living alone, after a while, a person starts to feel lonely, and that can turn into frustration. Because of this, he always tries to keep in touch with brothers from his university, whether they are his classmates or juniors. His office ends at six, and he gets home around six-thirty. After resting for a bit, he goes out for a chat. Most of the time, they fish in different parts of the Grand Canal using fishing rods with reels. The government releases a lot of fish there, and many people fish there. On weekends or public holidays, many people try to fish there. They often try to catch fish, cast their lines, and chat. So, I'm going to tell you about one such incident. They went fishing; there were two of them that day. Usually, there are three of them together, but that day, for some reason, the third person didn't come. So, when the two of them went fishing, they found that they had been trying for three consecutive days but couldn't catch a single fish. On the fourth day, when they went fishing, unlike the other days when there were three of them, there were only two of them. They tried fishing for a long time, trying as they did on other days, but it wasn't working.
By Lily2 years ago in Horror
Echoes of the Mist
**Echoes of the Mist** The town of Eldermere sat nestled between vast mountains and an endless stretch of forest. Though it appeared ordinary, a chilling legend had plagued it for centuries—the tale of the Mist Walkers.
By ziad alsed2 years ago in Horror
Midnight Whispers
**Midnight Whispers** The small town of Ashford was known for its quiet streets and friendly people. But deep within the forest that bordered the town, an old house sat in ruins—forgotten by time, yet never truly abandoned. The locals called it the Whispering House, for those who wandered too close on certain nights claimed to hear voices drifting through the trees, calling their names in hushed tones.
By ziad alsed2 years ago in Horror
The Phantom Train of Black Hollow
**The Phantom Train of Black Hollow** For over a century, the legend of the Phantom Train of Black Hollow had terrified the locals. On misty nights, the sound of an old steam engine echoed through the abandoned railway, and a ghostly train was said to emerge from the darkness, carrying the souls of the damned.
By ziad alsed2 years ago in Horror
The Curse of Ravenwood Asylum
**The Curse of Ravenwood Asylum** Deep within the heart of the forest stood Ravenwood Asylum, an abandoned institution that had been shut down decades ago under mysterious circumstances. Once a place meant for healing, it had become a house of horrors where patients suffered unimaginable fates at the hands of a corrupt and sadistic doctor, Dr. Victor Harrow. Whispers of tortured souls trapped within its decaying walls spread through the nearby town, yet no one dared to venture inside.
By ziad alsed2 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
**The Haunting of Blackwood Manor** Blackwood Manor had stood abandoned for decades, a looming shadow against the moonlit sky. Local legends spoke of its dark past, a history marred by tragedy and unspeakable horrors. Those who dared to step inside never returned, or if they did, they were never the same.
By ziad alsed2 years ago in Horror