supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Exorcee
Chapter Seven Now, I know what you’re thinking—and you’re right. It is a little silly to bear combat knives and beating-sticks across state lines only to leave them in one’s room during a mission, especially when one is such a vocal advocate of weapon use. In what way, after all, are fireplace pokers and hagiographical statues preferable to objects designed for violence—and why in name of the eternal inferno do I not carry a firearm?
By Howard Blaise2 years ago in Horror
The Witch: A Blood-Soaked Ritual of Human Sacrifice
The Witch: A Blood-Soaked Ritual of Human Sacrifice The night was dark. The deserted path through the forest lay eerily silent under the pale moonlight. A faint shadow flickered, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to watch. The villagers avoided this path after nightfall, for it held a terrifying legend… "The Witch and Her Ritual of Human Sacrifice!"
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Horror
The Town's Dark Secret
Chapter 1: The Town's Dark Secret In the heart of the dense, whispering woods stood the small town of Ravenwood, shrouded in mist and folklore. It was often said that the spirits of the forgotten roamed freely through the shadowy trees, their vengeful cries echoing on moonlit nights. The townsfolk knew better than to speak of the past, hiding their secrets beneath layers of complacency.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Horror
The Mysterious Ride
When I got off the train at this station, it was exactly one o’clock at night. After dropping off the passengers, the train started moving again.I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked toward the station master's room. As I entered, I saw a man sitting inside.He was probably the station master.
By Haunted Mist2 years ago in Horror
The Exorcee
Chapter Six Whoever Dill may have been, his Boardinghouse was now run by an old Armenian woman called Greta. The first time I stayed there, the very first thing she said to me was—and I swear this is true—“Don’t poop in the bed.” Clearly, not all denizens of Dill’s have been as classy as the lowly scion of the Belmont line. Just the same, the place had an ambience that called out to the inmost heart of a man whose mother started reading him The Hobbit when he was three years old. It was a four-story house built right into the hard, icy soil: the bottom floor literally gazed out from beneath the hillside, and the third floor gave its tenants an ethereal view of Lake Champlain and the cloud-shrouded mountains beyond. But the best (and, natch, most expensive) room was an actual medieval-style turret jutting up from the roof like a—well, like an actual turret. When I strode into the main office of Dill’s Boardinghouse on that dim and wintry eventide, the very first thing I said to Greta was, “Gimme the turret.”
By Howard Blaise2 years ago in Horror
The Phantom's Lullaby
Prologue: The Whispering Manor The village of Ashbourne had long forgotten the dark history of the old Thornton Manor. Once a grand estate, it now stood as a derelict shell, its windows shattered and doors twisted from decades of neglect. The townsfolk avoided it, claiming the house sang at night—a melody so sorrowful it brought tears to the eyes of anyone unfortunate enough to hear it.
By Muhammadsodiq 7772 years ago in Horror
Manikarnika: The Unknown Mark on the Seashore
Manikarnika: The Unknown Mark on the Seashore Manikarnika stood alone on the seashore. The roar of the ocean waves, the cool scent of the wind, and the pink hues in the sky brought new thoughts to her mind. She stood still, lost in the beauty of the scene, but a strange sense of unease was slowly creeping into her heart. It was dusk, and something deep, something mysterious was unfolding along the shoreline. Her grandfather had always told her one thing that she couldn’t forget, "Manikarnika, there are marks along the shore of the sea that we can never truly understand. These marks hold the destiny of our lives." Those words now echoed in her mind with new meaning. Suddenly, an unknown symbol appeared beneath her feet in the sand. In simple, curved lines, the mark shimmered with an eerie mystery. There was something different in the color of the sand around it, a subtle weight that made Manikarnika feel unsettled. She wondered how this could be, as the waves gently lapped against her feet. Her mind told her that something unusual was about to happen, but her body stood frozen. What was going on? Was this mysterious mark trying to communicate something? Her doubts turned into curiosity, and she began to stare at the mark once more. The sound of the wind grew louder, and the ocean waves began to intensify. As they crashed against the shore, the same pattern began to emerge once again. Now the mark was becoming darker, and within it, something seemed to take shape. Manikarnika hesitated but stepped forward toward the mark. She saw dark figures taking form within the lines of the symbol, one or two, and then a full figure emerged from the darkness. The figure seemed to be walking in her direction, but its feet did not move. It was a blurry shape, but it was searching for something, or someone, in its eerie way. Manikarnika froze. A question arose in her mind, "What is this?" Somewhere deep within, a voice echoed, "Go forward, go forward." Her feet took another step. In an instant, the figure appeared right before her. It was vague and terrifying, yet it exuded an immense pressure, a force that could not be ignored. "Who are you?" Manikarnika asked in an intense voice. The figure smiled, and within that smile was a strange, haunting tone. "The answer, you will find on your own," it said, and began to fade away into the distance. But Manikarnika, determined, commanded it to stop. "I have started to read what you said, now tell me more." Her words were a cryptic, chilling message. Suddenly, the ocean waves rose higher, crashing with greater force. Manikarnika was lost in the roar, and the figure disappeared once more. But there was movement in the water. Manikarnika noticed an old locket floating on the surface. As soon as she held it in her hands, a photograph slipped out from it. It was the figure! The same shadowy figure that had appeared earlier, now it seemed to be trapped in this strange, supernatural object. "You set me free, and now I can rest in this very sea," came the dark voice once again. Manikarnika was shaken to the core. The figure was a ghost, an unknown entity. The voice echoed in every direction, reaching her ears from every side. Suddenly, the figure submerged into the ocean, disappearing into the depths. Manikarnika stood in a daze, overwhelmed by the strange and unsettling experience. She stood still, and a thought crossed her mind — she had truly encountered the weight of the unknown on this seashore. And right there, on that very seashore, Manikarnika realized that everything was hidden within that mysterious symbol. In the roar of the ocean, something dark, something terrifying had been concealed, an answer that she was destined to uncover.
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Horror
The Sinister Sacrifice: A Blood-Soaked Tale
The Sinister Sacrifice: A Blood-Soaked Tale A thick fog cloaked the dense forests of Ratnagad that night. The moon hid behind heavy clouds, as if unwilling to witness the horrors that lurked below. The towering trees cast monstrous shadows, whispering eerily with every gust of wind. The villagers had forbidden anyone from entering that cursed land—because ‘he’ lived there. A nameless entity, one that had been demanding blood sacrifices for centuries.
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Horror
