supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Fact or Fiction?
The "Russian Sleep Experiment" has become one of the most chilling and famous internet urban legends, captivating millions with its dark tale of human endurance, experimental cruelty, and madness. But what is the truth behind this haunting story? Was there really a Soviet-era experiment that pushed prisoners to the brink of insanity and beyond? Or is it simply a work of disturbing fiction? Let’s delve into the narrative, the origins of the tale, and why it’s important to separate fact from fantasy.
By Horace Wasmore2 years ago in Horror
He's Good with his Hands. Content Warning.
People’s Exhibit 78 in the Case of Neven Jovic “Today’s date is Wednesday, March 8th, 2022. The time is presently 2:22pm. We’re inside the Private Incident Detail, room 782, at Supernatural Unearthing Society’s Main Headquarters. Present is Lead Investigator Amira Asfour, Investigator Amos Lockheart, and for the record, your full name?”
By Equilla Beasley2 years ago in Horror
Echoes of the Unseen
The air was thick with fog as Ethan, Lily, Mia, Marcus, and Jake stood at the rusted gates of Abernathy Memorial Hospital. Its skeletal structure loomed ahead, shrouded by decades of decay. The ivy that clung to its walls seemed to pulse with a life of its own, as if the hospital itself was breathing. Faint lights flickered in the windows, casting shadows that swirled like smoke.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
Emmeline
Beneath the haunting light of a waning moon, Emmeline wandered deeper into the twisted woods, drawn by whispers she couldn’t explain, a pull stronger than reason. Every dream had led her here, where voices called her name, promising love, promising answers she hadn’t dared to seek. She stopped as she reached a clearing, breath hitching as her eyes fell on a figure standing at its center. He was tall and still, his skin so pale it almost glowed, his eyes an endless, unsettling black that drank in all light. His features were beautiful in a way that made her stomach tighten with dread, like a marble statue come to life, but not quite. There was something… off, like he existed in a reality just a shade darker than her own. "You came," he whispered, his voice as soft as a leaf drifting through the chill night air, yet rich with an intimacy she couldn’t place. She felt it sink into her bones. Emmeline’s mouth went dry. "How… how do you know my name?" she managed, her voice barely louder than a breath. She fought the instinct to run. Somehow, she knew that wouldn’t work. The figure’s lips curled in a slight smile, though his gaze stayed fixed on her, unreadable. "Oh, Emmeline, I’ve known you for lifetimes." He stepped closer, his movements unnaturally smooth, his form flickering, just for an instant, as though he hovered on the edge of disappearing. He reached out, his fingers ghosting across her cheek, and she shivered as an unnatural cold spread through her skin. "You have forgotten… but I never have." "I… I don’t understand." Emmeline’s heartbeat pounded in her ears, her mind racing. She knew she should be frightened—terrified—but a strange warmth bloomed in her chest, memories she couldn’t quite grasp flooding her senses. Memories of dark eyes watching her, of whispers in the night. She felt as if she knew this man… this thing… even if she couldn’t remember how. He tilted his head, his dark eyes softening, and for a moment, he looked almost sorrowful. "You loved me once, Emmeline. We were together… until you chose to live again." The words sent a jolt through her, a pulse of pain and longing that didn’t feel like hers yet echoed in her heart. She backed away, her breath catching in her throat. "You’re… you’re saying we were…" "Lovers," he finished, stepping closer with that strange, fluid grace. "For lifetimes. But you chose to leave… and I’ve waited here, between worlds, hoping you would return to me." Her hands trembled as she felt herself pulled toward him, not by his hand but by something older and darker. The cold radiating from his touch, once so chilling, now seemed to sink into her veins like a familiar ache. His hand pressed against her cheek, tracing her skin in a way that felt both intimate and foreign, like a lover’s touch in a forgotten dream. “What… what are you?” she whispered, unable to break his gaze. The edges of his form seemed to blur, to pulse with something not quite human. His shadow stretched out, long and twisting, as if filled with restless energy. "I am the one who has loved you through lifetimes," he replied softly, his voice rippling through her like a shiver. "And tonight, I will take back what’s mine." A chill crept through her, but it was laced with longing, her body betraying her fear as she leaned into his hand. Images flickered before her—a life she couldn’t remember. Nights spent in his arms, shadows hiding their whispered words, promises spoken with a gravity that felt eternal. A creeping dread grew alongside the memories, as if something terrible was hidden in the love they shared, a darkness beyond her understanding. "Then… take me with you," she murmured, almost mesmerized, her words slipping from her before she could second-guess them. She felt as though her voice wasn’t her own, like the shadowed night itself had spoken through her. A flicker of satisfaction passed over his face, and his grip tightened, his touch cold enough to burn. He drew her closer, their bodies almost touching. "Emmeline," he whispered, "once you choose to cross, there is no return." Her pulse slowed, her breath turning shallow as a deep, instinctual fear clawed at her. She tried to pull back, but his fingers were iron against her skin. She felt her heart pounding, thudding slower and slower, each beat seeming to echo louder, reverberating in the silence. "Wait—" she gasped, but his eyes held her, dark and relentless. She was drowning in them, her limbs growing heavy as if weighted by stones. His fingers slipped to her throat, brushing the skin with a gentleness that belied the force beneath. She felt her heartbeat weaken, the warmth draining from her body as his eyes locked onto hers with a terrible hunger. A deep, hollow ache took root in her chest, the life fading from her like mist before dawn, leaving nothing but a cold emptiness where warmth had once been. She could feel herself slipping, her vision dimming as the world fell away. And still, he held her close, their shadows mingling, merging into something twisted and whole, bound by a love that defied life and death. Her last breath was a whisper, barely a sound, and she saw the faintest flicker of sadness in his eyes as he drew her into his world—a love that consumed all light, all life, until there was nothing left but darkness. And in the woods, the moonlight flickered and faded, leaving only silence.
By Elizabeth McCain2 years ago in Horror
10 Spine-Chilling Mythological Monsters From Around the Globe
These mythical monsters from around the world are truly terrifying! Each culture has its own unique take on fearsome creatures that often embody local beliefs, fears, and superstitions. Here are the highlights of some of the most chilling mythological creatures:
By Gina Fatihani2 years ago in Horror
Echoes of the Hound
The night was still, too still. Lily had just moved into the old farmhouse on the outskirts of town, hoping to escape the noise of the city and find peace. The house was far from perfect—creaky floors, peeling wallpaper, and a lingering smell of musty wood—but it had character. And most importantly, it had a large backyard where her dog, Max, could run free.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Horror
Whiskers in the Dark
The storm was relentless that night. Sheets of rain lashed against the windows, and thunder rumbled through the sky like an ancient beast awakening from slumber. Amid this chaos, Lucy sat curled up in the corner of her couch, a cup of tea clutched between her hands. She tried to read, but the words blurred together, her mind too distracted. It wasn’t the storm that bothered her; she had always found the rhythm of thunder comforting, like nature’s lullaby. No, it was the silence—her cat’s silence—that set her on edge.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Horror
6 Hours
My father, a billionaire, recently acquired an outskirts farmhouse. During our family visit, we loaded up our green Chevrolet Express with essentials. En route, Dad highlighted the spacious farmhouse and its large pool. Our family of ten, including parents’ grandmother, siblings my widow aunt and cousins, looked forward to enjoying water activities together. On our way to the farmhouse, my father animatedly painted a picture of our destination. The farmhouse was 100 kilometers away from our house, and it took us nearly two hours to get there. When we arrived, we noticed a beautiful garden that covered most of the area. It resembled something out of a fairy tale, like a paradise. Quickly, my siblings and cousins dashed into the garden, ignoring the elders’ advice. My mother called all the children inside to appreciate the view of the farmhouse.
By Aseema Shadan2 years ago in Horror
