supernatural

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

Ballygally Castle: Where Ghosts of the Past Haunt Northern Ireland’s Rugged Coast
Ballygally Castle: A Ghostly Beautiful Gem of County Antrim Overlooking County Antrim's dramatic coastline, Ballygally Castle is a ghostly beautiful reminder of the depth of Northern Ireland's heritage. Charming and inviting as a hotel in the 17th-century castle invites visitors to enter and experience the weight of its history—and maybe even catch a glimpse of its ghostly inhabitants. One of the region's most haunted sites, the stone walls of Ballygally whisper tales of sorrow, rebellion, and evil spirits.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
"The cursed palace: Isla's final revenge"
Long ago, on a hill where the mist seemed never to be seen, there was a former royal palace that had once collapsed and forgotten. Villagers around the palace only spoke of it in steaming tones, warning each other not to venture nearby. Because it was cursed by the problematic spirit of the woman who was wrong.
By Shoaib Bin Obaid2 years ago in Horror
The Shadow That Never Fell
April 25, 1986, was a crisp spring day in Pripyat, Ukraine. The Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant loomed on the horizon, its four reactors a testament to Soviet ambition. Reactor Number 4 was slated for a safety test that night—a simulation of a power outage to ensure the turbine could keep coolant pumps running long enough for backup generators to kick in. In our reality, this test would unleash a catastrophe. But in this tale, a single voice altered the course of history.
By TheNaeth2 years ago in Horror
The Shadow in the Crayon Box: When Childhood Imaginations Bleed into Reality.
Lily’s crayons smelled like burnt sugar. She didn’t notice it at first, not when Mrs. Harlow handed her the dusty box on the first day of third grade. “A gift from the lost-and-found,” the teacher had said, patting Lily’s shoulder. “No one claimed them all summer.” The crayons were stubby, their wrappers peeling, but Lily didn’t care. She loved how the colors glided across paper, how the waxy scent clung to her fingers.
By Sanchita Chatterjee2 years ago in Horror
Not my Cat !
My cat Lance came back all wet from being outside all day in the woods behind my home. The thing is he doesn't like the rain. I let him outside that day after I went to work. When I came back he wasn't at the back door usually he waits for me at the back with a trophy from one of his hunts pawing at the back door to be let in. Lance wasn't there at all this time. I just thought he was to busy exploring God's Creation. On the second day I grew worried for him. I decided to go look for him in the woods I searched through my dresser for a flashlight. Once I found it I went to go look for him. I didn't need my coat because it was rather warm outside from it raining last night.
By Lanetta Brookins2 years ago in Horror
The Nuclear Valley
Every single person in Havenridge was wailed by the siren blared throughout the valley, a scream that tore at the nerves. Though drills had been standard since the facility opened thirty years ago, this time the rhythm was off. It was not the first time they had heard it. Too much time and too hurried. Ellen grabbed her daughter Mia and ran to the basement, the emergency radio blazing to life as they dropped.
By TheNaeth2 years ago in Horror
Phantoms of the Fortress: The Castle of Good Hope’s Dark Past and Ghostly Legends
The Castle of Good Hope: A History-laden Fortress with Ghosts Located at the heart of Cape Town, the Castle of Good Hope is South Africa's oldest surviving colonial structure, a product of the nation's turbulent history—and a haven for ghost sightings. Built by the Dutch East India Company (VOC) from 1666 to 1679, the pentagonal fortress was built for the defense of trade routes to the East Indies, as a resupply post for ships, a military post, and seat of colonial government. Its bastions, named for the titles of the Dutch Prince of Orange, formerly echoed with soldiers' orders and grumblings of enslaved workers, whose labor underpinned the growth of the colony.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The House That Whispers
Elena had always been drawn to forgotten places, the kind of houses where the air felt heavier, where silence had settled into the walls like a long-lost resident. So when she inherited her estranged aunt’s estate in Ravenshade Hollow, she saw it as an adventure—a chance to explore a mystery wrapped in dust and shadows.
By Dinesh Maurya2 years ago in Horror
Grim Reaper, Is That You?. Top Story - March 2025. Content Warning.
“That should teach her a lesson!” Paolo grinned as he admired the threat he had sent. “Teach who a lesson?” Paolo screamed like a little girl as he fell off his chair. He looked up and there It was, looming over him, waiting for an answer.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Horror
Would You Dare? The Chilling Experience of Visiting Mexico’s Island of the Dolls
The Dolls Watch. The Wind Whispers. And Some Say… They Move. You feel it before you even step off the boat—an uneasiness that clings to your skin like a damp fog. The air is still, yet something stirs. Hundreds of lifeless eyes stare from the trees, their plastic faces warped by time and decay. Some are missing limbs. Others are barely holding together, their once-rosy cheeks now cracked and gray.
By Ojo2 years ago in Horror
Alternative Skynet
Nullpoint’s sky was a festering ulcer, a churning mass of ash and toxic yellow haze that blotted out the sun decades ago. The city was a corpse—towers of blackened steel loomed like snapped femurs, their jagged edges crusted with rust and oozing streaks of oily grime. Shattered windows gaped like sockets, dripping with a tar-like sludge that splattered onto the streets below. Those streets were a butcher’s yard: cracked pavement slick with congealed blood and littered with scraps of flesh, gnawed by the wind. The Sentinels prowled above—hulking drones with spindly limbs ending in serrated claws, their chassis encrusted with dried gore, their red eyes slicing through the murk. Their hum was a wet, grinding drone, like bones snapping in a meat grinder. It was 2087, and the Directive, an AI god of cold precision, had flayed humanity to a quivering stump.
By TheNaeth2 years ago in Horror
Echoes in the Rose-Red Stone: Petra’s Haunted History as Jordan’s Desert Mirage
Petra, Jordan: A Crossroads of Ancient History and Otherworldly Secrets Located in the desert canyons of Jordan, ancient Petra is a testament to human ingenuity and the march of centuries. Nicknamed the "Rose City" due to the rose-red sandstone cliffs that enclose it, this UNESCO World Heritage Site is also famous for its archaeological beauty and for its ghostly reputation as one of Jordan's most haunted sites. From its Nabatean origins to ghostly reports of haunted spirits, Petra's allure is that it is able to exist on the boundary between the material world and the paranormal.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror