supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Fated Intrusion. Content Warning.
It’s well after one am, and the house is still. Neither Marsha nor my eternal one has moved around for hours. The neighborhood appears completely settled for the night, so very stealthily I leave my hiding spot in the bushes, and furtively make my way toward the rear of the house, where the sliding doors are located. Avoiding the flowerbeds and patio furniture, I’m as graceful as when I took ballet with Marsha as a child. I pry the glass door open, and hurriedly disarm the alarm system, having helped Alex install it earlier this year, I knew the code.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
In the remote countryside of England, shrouded in perpetual mist, stood Blackwood Manor. It was a sprawling estate with ivy-covered walls, broken windows, and an eerie silence that seemed to swallow all sound. No one dared to enter the manor—not since the tragedy of the Whitmore family.
By Mirhadi Tahsin2 years ago in Horror
The Whispers in Willow Hollow
1. A Strange Arrival It was a bright summer afternoon when twelve-year-old Lily and her younger brother Sam arrived at Willow Hollow. Their parents, looking for a quiet getaway, had rented an old cottage in the small village. The house stood at the edge of a dense forest, its weathered stone walls covered in creeping ivy.
By Mahalakshmi2 years ago in Horror
Fated Memories
I’d parked my Ninja in an alley off Cloverton Road and walked the three blocks over to Milton Avenue, keeping to the shadows as much as I could, hoping no one saw me and recognized me. I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived and saw my fated destiny’s rental car parked outside Marsha Cunningham’s house’s separate garage. Knowing the Fates were still working on my side made me feel bolder and more courageous. I was confident that tonight would be the night.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Horror
The Obsession
Mr. Calloway had always prided himself on being a professional. As a history teacher, he believed in structure and routine. His classroom was always meticulously organized, and his lesson plans were carefully crafted weeks in advance. He thrived in the predictable rhythm of school life, the steady flow of each day, and the comforting certainty of his small world. But that all changed the moment Eliza walked into his classroom.
By Rachel Morgan2 years ago in Horror
Fated Urgency
I can sense our precious time is running out. The hour of our predestined meeting is upon us, and if I’m not careful, I will miss this golden opportunity that fate has delivered to me. Not even in our first incarnation, was such a moment available to me. Thrice, my destiny has been reincarnated and thrice I will hold her body in its dying throbs during this blessed lifetime. This chance cannot slip through my hands.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Horror
Mysterious Fisherman (A Tale of Mystery and Myth)
The story goes I was newly married, and a year had passed since my wedding. As per our traditions, my wife moved to her parents’ house shortly before her due date to receive care and assistance during her pregnancy. Our village was surrounded by sprawling farmlands, and my wife, like me, was no stranger to this environment. Her parents’ house was nestled among their fields, about three kilometers from my own home. One day, I decided to visit her to check on her and offer my help if needed. I dressed in my best clothes, wore polished shoes, and applied my finest cologne before setting off. The path to her parents’ house cut through fields and alongside irrigation canals. It was the season of the “winter dam,” when the water levels drop, making it easier to catch fish. Along the way, I passed a large ancient stone etched with strange inscriptions. The stone, as I’d heard from elders, was a remnant of a long-gone pharaonic temple. Stories circulated about a spirit said to inhabit the stone—a spirit that appeared and vanished without causing harm. As I continued walking, I reached a canal and spotted a man fishing. His face was turned downward toward the water, and I couldn’t make out his features. I didn’t think much of it and went on my way to my in-laws’ house. After spending some time with my wife and her family, I started my journey back home, retracing the same path. When I reached the same canal, I was surprised to see the same man still fishing in the exact spot. This time, he called out to me, saying: “These fish are like spirits! I can’t catch them alone. Would you help me?” I replied, baffled: “Are you out of your mind? Do you expect me, dressed as I am, to jump into the canal and fish with you?” I left him and continued walking toward the ancient stone. As I approached the stone, the very same man appeared beside it. He looked at me and called me by name. Then he said: “Look over there!” I turned my gaze, and to my shock, I saw the fisherman I had left at the canal. He was stretching taller and taller until his height surpassed the palm trees, pointing at me with an outstretched hand. Frozen in fear, I turned back to the man by the stone, only to find he had vanished. All that remained was a piece of cloth from his clothing lying on the stone. Terrified, I ran home and recounted what had happened to my family. My father, familiar with the tales of the stone, warned me: “If you had joined him in fishing, he would have stripped you of your clothes and disappeared. Spirits often take such forms to trick the unwary.” Some time later, I returned to the spot to look for the stone, but it was gone. I was told that during my absence, a stranger had appeared at the site. He stood by the stone, muttering incomprehensible chants. Witnesses thought he was uncovering a treasure. Instead, he mounted the stone as if it were a horse and soared into the sky. To this day, people still talk about the ancient stone, but its mystery remains unsolved.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Horror
Fated Target
For two days, I have followed my destiny without discovering much more than the name she goes by in this incarnation, Melody Duskin, and that she’s staying at Marsha Cunningham’s Tudor-style house on Milton Avenue. I do not know how long she will be here. Nor am I aware of why she is here. All I am sure of is that the Fates have delivered me another chance to prove myself in this reincarnation.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Horror
Creepy Kids in Cinema
When are you going to have a baby? Women hear this question more often, but it’s also a question posed to newly married men. Just don’t forget that the family member, friend, or co-worker with that question on their lips won’t have to raise your bundle of joy. Before you commit to parenthood, take a look at the potential for disaster. These horror films demonstrate why the reality of parenthood doesn’t always match the expectations of first-time parents.
By E.J. V'Kanty2 years ago in Horror
