supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Hollow Eyes
It was the kind of house that looked haunted even in daylight. The kind of place where every creaking floorboard seemed to whisper secrets, and every shadow held something just beyond the edge of your vision. Ethan had never believed in ghosts, but there was something about this house, his new home, that made him uneasy. It wasn’t the peeling wallpaper or the drafty windows. It was something else, something he couldn’t quite name.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
The Echo of Her Name
It started with a whisper, faint and distant. Just the softest murmur of a name, one that seemed to be pulled from the shadows, lingering at the edge of consciousness. But in that moment, Sara didn’t think much of it. The old house she had moved into was isolated, perched on a hill, surrounded by thick woods. It was perfect for starting fresh—her new life, her new beginning. No one to bother her, no one to disturb the quiet.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
The Watcher in the Mirror
Anna had always been fascinated by antique shops. There was something about the worn-out objects, each holding a history, that intrigued her. So, when she passed by a small, dimly lit shop on the outskirts of town, the sign reading “Curiosities from Another Time,” she couldn’t resist. The shop was cluttered with oddities—old books, dusty furniture, and glass bottles filled with strange liquids.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
Whispers from the Hollow
There was a place, forgotten by time, hidden deep in the woods. A village so isolated that even the bravest travelers dared not venture there. It wasn’t on any map. Its existence was more myth than reality, whispered about in the distant towns where no one dared to speak of it for too long. The villagers called it The Hollow.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
The Last Stop
The train rolled into the empty station late one foggy night. Olivia boarded it with a shiver, grateful to be inside and away from the unsettling silence outside. The last few stops had been desolate, with no one in sight, and the entire station seemed swallowed by mist.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
The Shapeshifter's Window
It was midnight when Lila moved into her new apartment. The place was small and unremarkable, save for one strange feature: a large, old mirror embedded in the wall of the bedroom. The mirror was gilded, its edges curling into ornate, twisted shapes, and though it was beautifully crafted, something about it felt… off.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
Under the Bed: The Shadows That Follow"
Lily had always been a quiet child, full of imagination, but not in the way that parents typically worry about. She never claimed to see ghosts or monsters, and her nightmares were always mild, more like dreams of chasing butterflies or running through fields of daisies. But that all changed one stormy night in the middle of a winter so cold, the air seemed to freeze as it entered the house.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Horror
"Eyes in the Mirror: The Curse of the Old Mansion"
When Olivia and Mark inherited the old mansion from Mark’s late aunt, they were both excited and apprehensive. The grand estate had always been a symbol of family history, an elegant yet eerie relic sitting at the edge of town. The mansion had been in Mark’s family for generations, but after Aunt Margaret’s passing, it had been left abandoned for years. They knew little of its history other than vague stories passed down through relatives—tales of strange noises at night, odd occurrences, and strange happenings that no one could explain.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Clocktower
In the heart of a forgotten village, perched on the edge of a hill, stood an old clocktower. The village had long since been abandoned, and the clocktower had ceased to function over a hundred years ago. The hands of the clock had frozen at midnight, a symbol of the village's slow decline, a village that had faded from the maps and from memory.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
The Shadow at the Threshold
Evelyn had always been curious about the old house at the end of Maple Street. For years, it stood there, abandoned and shrouded in mystery, its dark windows staring blankly at the world. The neighbors whispered about it in hushed tones, and though no one knew exactly what had happened there, everyone agreed on one thing: the house was haunted.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
The Disappearance at Pine Lake. AI-Generated.
It was a cold, foggy evening when Sarah stepped out of her car, the dense mist swirling around her feet as she approached the old cabin by Pine Lake. She had received a cryptic letter the previous week, a single sentence that sent chills down her spine: "They are watching, and you are next."
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Horror
