supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Whispers in the Shadows: A Night of Terror in the Haunted Mansion
I. Introduction Deep in the heart of an ancient forest lies an old, forgotten mansion. No one dares to enter because it's said to be haunted by spirits that whisper in the shadows. Our story begins with a group of friends who, driven by curiosity and the promise of adventure, decide to spend the night in this eerie place.
By creative articles2 years ago in Horror
The ghost of the forgotten Bungalow
My name is Vicky and I am 15 years old. I want to share with you an experience that I had last month in Goa. It is a scary story and you might think that this is impossible. But trust me, it really happened, and I couldn’t sleep properly for days. I told my parents what had happened, and they said I had hallucinated and made up the whole thing because I was scared. I have a sister as well. She is cute and her name is Alpana. I call her Alps. I didn’t tell Alps because I was worried that she will get scared. How can I tell my little sister that I saw a ghost? But I didn’t spare my friends. What are friends for? They had been scaring me for so many years by narrating the stories of numerous horror films they had seen.
By Akira Patel2 years ago in Horror
Duskvale's Queen
In the heart of a forsaken land, where the sun was a fading memory and the very soil pulsed beneath your feet like a slumbering beast, lay Duskvale. Not wheat nor corn nourished its inhabitants; their sustenance came from a darker bargain, a pact sealed in blood centuries past with something ancient, something nameless. They called it the Shadow Feast.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Horror
An Unlikely Encounter
The gravel shifted quietly under my feet, as darkness spread like ink in the ever changing sky. The lukewarm air caressed my cheek, reminding me of the early afternoon summer’s heat with a whisper of a chill. The rare early day of work celebrated with a visit to a friend’s house. I stepped up the 2 small steps pressing my weight to the door to let myself in. Visits with them were usually anything but dull. Although they had their own mysteries, they were practically family. However, even with that said, this evening was still slightly different.
By Briana Mae2 years ago in Horror
