supernatural

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

The Disappearance of Annabelle Johnson. Content Warning.
As soon as the lights turned out, Annabelle sat up in her bed and looked at the closet. Her heart raced deep in her chest, and she felt as though she couldn't breathe. For the first time in her eight years of life, she was afraid for her life. Every night, after her mom had kissed her goodnight and her dad had turned off the light, the little boy who called himself Luca had come from the depths of her closet to play with her. However, she knew better than to do so, especially when he invited her to see the one he called “Papa.”
By Lela Martin2 years ago in Horror
Pathogen, Ch. 8
With Bianca on board, Julian's plan should have been smooth sailing from that point on. Keyword: "should". All things considered, it wasn't that hard for Bianca to move her hybrid luxury SUV into the alley, or for the three of them to stuff Zombie Trevor into the back of it. Luckily he didn't put up much of a fuss, and there weren't too many people around to see what they were doing. The few people Marnie saw walking past the alley didn't seem to notice them, presumably because it was already dark out and they were in a hurry to get home.
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in Horror
Behind the Locked Door.
A Mysterious Mansion It was a cold eerie night in London. The empty streets whispered secrets as the wind howled through the trees. Occasionally a distant dog barked breaking the silence. Oliver Smith a young journalist drove towards the city’s oldest district where an unusual lead had brought him. He had heard stories about an abandoned mansion called "Wilson Mansion." It had been deserted for over fifty years and people claimed that whoever entered never came out. Some believed it was haunted while others suspected it was being used for illegal activities. Recently a few passersby had noticed lights flickering inside and had heard the chilling screams of a woman.
By Adnan Rasheed2 years ago in Horror
The Hollow Feast. Content Warning.
The woods that were located behind our home were not only devoid of sound and light, but they were also an emptiness, a dark mouth that absorbed both. The sight of Ella sitting on the porch with her hands pressed to her ears and muttering about noises that were not human had always been one that seemed to captivate her. I considered her insane, yet I had seen her trembling in response to shadows that did not correspond to the trees. I ought to have escaped the home by setting it on fire.
By TheNaeth2 years ago in Horror
Whispers in the Brick: Unveiling the Kreischer Mansion’s Haunted Legacy
Hidden among the quiet hills of Staten Island, far removed from Manhattan’s hum, stands a house that feels more like a relic from another dimension. Its Victorian charm is undeniable—arched windows, steep gables, intricate woodwork—but step inside, and that charm curdles into dread.
By Adell Lashawn2 years ago in Horror
The Exorcee
Chapter Thirteen Burlington’s a small place. The address I sought was less than two miles from Dill’s, and the boundless wisdom of the Internet guided me thither through my phone. As I drove along, holding said guide in my right hand as I steered with my left, it occurred to me that I’d never bothered to name my phone—which was odd, because I name everything. What was a good name for a phone? Hal, obviously, or R2-D2—but I didn’t want a mechanistic-sounding moniker. Ratatosk was the carrier of messages of Norse mythology, but that wasn’t a title that rolled off the tongue. Tim? Too random. Phone, phony-phone, phonity-phone-phone, nope, I had nothing. Didn’t matter. The right name would suggest itself when and if the time came; no sense trying to force it. Meanwhile, here was Syme’s place.
By Howard Blaise2 years ago in Horror
Can I Tell You About…
I had not planned to die that day. But fate or something deviously disguising itself as coincidence, had other plans. It was an ordinary Tuesday. A traffic signal blinked amber at the corner of Manoush Street. My coffee cup was empty, and I started cursing myself for forgetting my umbrella.
By Makhzan Limited2 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Plague Chapel of Weilheim: Echoes of Death and Restless Spirits
The Weilheim Plague Chapel: A Disquieting Legacy of Tears and Ghosts Concealed in the little Bavarian village of Weilheim, amidst rolling hills and medieval ambiance, is a location that has spooked and terrorized visitors for centuries: the Plague Chapel (Pestkapelle). This diminutive, nondescript building, overshadowed by the elegance of the adjacent St. Peter and Paul Church, is purported to be one of the most haunted places in Germany. A dark history of despair, death, and unrestful spirits behind its weathered walls.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
Mom. I don't understand. Content Warning.
She’d been twenty-two when her mother had taken her into the woods and told that Grandmother’s stories hadn’t been myths. The bruises between her thighs hadn’t faded before the moon had filled. She’d run to her mother, scared of the cracking nails and the way her knuckles split. Her mother had held her close, kissed her forehead and said it was alright.
By Connie2 years ago in Horror
The Exorcee
Chapter Twelve My initial plan was to swing by Papa John’s on the way back and pick up my personal special pizza: pepperoni, jalapeños, extra cheese, roma tomatoes, and anchovies. I call it The Horror. For some reason, none of the Boston pizzerias I frequent have added it to their regular menus yet, but it’s only a matter of time. In any case, I was betrayed by Chronos—they didn’t open till eleven. I headed back to Dill’s, lachrymose and bellicose.
By Howard Blaise2 years ago in Horror
"The Curse of Sheikh Fawzi: A Human Wish... and a Devil’s Price!"
Chapter 1: The Quest for Glory (A Clear Goal + Rising Tension) Time: Summer 2023, peak excavation season in Giza. Primary Goal: British archaeologist Dr. Arthur MacAllister searches for the lost tomb of Amenhotep III, rumored to hold treasures that could rewrite Egypt’s history.
By Ahmed Abdeen2 years ago in Horror
The Confession Booth Carousel: One Deadly Sin at a Time
The Confession Booth Carousel: One Deadly Sin at a Time Imagine if every time you sought forgiveness, you had to relive your worst moments, each chipping away at your soul.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Horror