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The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Frozen Purgatory
There was 0nly one rule: don’t open the door. Ice rimed, cracked, frost bitten windows. Encroaching wind a miniature arctic blast. Fingers aching - blue, brittle. Cupped hands raise to mouth… Frozen lungs puff breath. Warmth. No. Arctic breath - frozen vaporous lattice - envelops my clenched shut frozen hands.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Horror
A Night of Mystery and Survival on the Taif Road
The Hidden Guardian: A Night of Mystery and Survival on the Taif Road. Iwas driving my car on the highway, heading towards the city of Taif, which is about 400 kilometers away from Mecca. It was midnight, and the road was completely empty of other cars, except for some distant trucks whose lights appeared on the horizon from time to time. The road was dark except for the light of my car’s headlights that pierced the darkness of the night, and the road was winding between slopes and mountains, especially in an area known as the Great Flood.
By Muzamel Sayed2 years ago in Horror
The Unopened Silence
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. When Sam moved into the house, the landlord’s warning came with a peculiar gravity. The door stood at the end of the hallway, its brass handle cold and untouched. It wasn’t locked, just forbidden. Every night, as Sam lay in bed, he could feel the door’s presence—silent, waiting. But he didn’t need to open it. He wouldn’t.
By Abdullah Khan2 years ago in Horror
The Cellar
There was only one rule: "don’t open the door" to the canning cellar, written in the confirmation email from the owner of the rustic cabin, that my wife and I were renting for the long holiday weekend. Paying little mind to this warning, we intended to be courteous, and follow the owner's instructions.
By Meko James 2 years ago in Horror
Beyond
"There was only one rule: Don't open the door." Upon signing my new lease, the owner bestowed upon me those words. At that time, I didn't pay those words much mind. After all, the amount that I was paying for that house rental was a steal for all I was getting.
By Lillian Casiano2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery Behind The Locked Door.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. The house was peaceful, and I took advantage because that was a luxury in our house. My sister usually had her radio blasting, while my mum and dad argued over cars in the bedroom.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Horror
Our Only Date
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. Once my brain slowly returned to fully functioning and my eyes were able to focus, that sign was the first thing I saw. Pulling myself into a standing position while stuffed in this dimly lit coffin-size room was a challenge. Next, I need to find what is causing the continuous swish-swish-swish sound emanating from somewhere above my head. Last, but not least, finding out how the hell I got here.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Horror
