supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Specimen 6
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. From across the room, the creature inside of the cage appeared to resemble a bulky middle-aged man. It was only until you approached the bars that you could truly see that there was no humanity residing within the beast's DNA.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Horror
Agatha Christie's Parrot. Content Warning.
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” That was just one of the stipulations on hiring the cottage once owned by Agatha Christie, another was to look after the parrot, which was old and said to have been Agatha's favourite, but that may have just been another story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Horror
Mommy Dearest
There was one rule: don’t open the door. Pain swirls in my stomach as I attempt to keep the vomit down. Sweat slick across my upper lip and a tremble in my hand as I reach for the doorknob. Mama’s voice shrieks from beyond the grave, don’t you fucking open that door, Myra. I pinch my eyes shut as though it will force her out of my mind. I want to scream back, but an invisible hand clamps down around my throat.
By Justine Seifert2 years ago in Horror
Warning in the Woods
“There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” Suddenly, I tune back into the end of the most incredibly boring campfire story I've ever heard. At this moment, I decide I cannot stand another second of the “Camping Trip” with his friends. I turn to my husband and say, “I’m feeling a little dizzy; I think we should leave.” His disappointment is palpable as he growls, “The cars are a half-mile walk away; it’s dark, and if you're feeling dizzy, you should just go to sleep.”
By Stephanie Fineour2 years ago in Horror
They Have No Language
There was only one rule: don't open the door. That was what I was told when I first joined the project team in the high arctic. They had found a door, deep underground, at the base of an ancient city, and had excavated and explored in all directions around it, but had not yet dared open it, and by rule, none could. I asked the expedition leader about it on my second day. He went silent for a moment, bowed his head, then looked me straight in the eyes and said. "At its base our world, at least our understanding of it is restricted to what we can describe with language. The rules of grammar define what we can do with language and thus those rules define what the world is for us." He paused for a moment, and I interjected. "Okay Professor Wittgenstein, I get it. Next you are going to tell me about language games and the private language argument. What does that have to do with the door and the rule about not opening it?" He stared at me silently, no laugh nor even a smile at my remark. "The things which live behind that door have no language, they have no grammar, thus they have no world, not really, at least not a world we could understand. If they were to find their way into our world all would be lost. We inhabit a world comprised of rules, including the one about the door." I thought for a moment then asked "What about on their side? What's to stop them from opening it from their side? Do they have the same rule?" The leader's face grew even grimmer and darker as he replied "Remember what I said. They have no language. What do you think?"
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Horror
Face the Thing That Should Not Be
'There was only one rule: don’t open the door.' "I'm not a big fan of rules" I said in my best Schwarzenegger voice, as I pulled back the slide on the GAU-21 0.50 caliber mini gun mounted to the right side of the armored battle tank in which I currently sat, dropped my ear protectors down over my ears, and pulled the trigger. The gun could deliver 1,100 rounds per minute and it's barrel spun crazily making a sound like whirling helicopter blades as it expelled white hot death into the door, reducing it to sawdust and ash in seconds. I released the trigger and the barrel slowly came to a stop as smoke rose from it, and from the spot where the decimated door once stood. As the smoke cleared I could see the darkness beyond and a pit of fear rose in my stomach. I experienced a moment of vertigo and it felt as if the heavily armed tank would be sucked into the gaping maw of blackness that had opened before us. As the vertigo subsided a low humming sound could be heard coming from the darkness. Time itself seemed to slow as that humming rose in volume and pitch becoming a screetch that was almost deafening. Luckily I still wore my ear protection as I'm not sure I could have kept my sanity if I had been exposed to the full noise of the thing. And it was a thing which raced straight towards us. A thing that should not be. I said a quick prayer, aimed the mini-gun straight into its monstrous, Chthonian face, pulled back the slide once again, closed my eyes, and squeezed the trigger. The bullets exploded into the ophidian creature and it roared and then all went black.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Horror
