supernatural

The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.

Cadence and decay. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Tucked into an old corner of Vienna, where cobblestone streets narrowed and fog hung low even in daylight, sat Haus der Klangkunst—The House of Sound Art.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
'Flesh for Frankenstein' is a Depraved Nightmare
I have seen so many movie adaptations of Frankenstein throughout the years of my horror phase, but I think I have found the one that tops all of these films.
By Emy Quinn5 months ago in Horror
DID I SLEEPWALK AGAIN
DID I SLEEPWALK AGAIN But then, why was I wet ** As soon as I could walk, my mother was forced to become a very light sleeper. Why, you might ask. The answer is simple but curious. As soon as I could walk, I began walking in my sleep. Mom was ever so grateful that the lock on our third-floor apartment door was higher than my little arms could reach. Yet, she worried about what mischief I might get in to, like the three times, I’d get out of bed intending to walk to the bathroom, but instead of turning left, I’d turn right – right into my brother’s bedroom, where I’d sit on the corner of his bed and do my business! The first two times, she didn’t catch me in time. The third, she was able to steer me in the right direction!
By Margaret Brennan5 months ago in Horror
Fate: Where Hope Dies. Content Warning.
Do you ever find yourself in a low place? Where bills are piling and you find yourself drowning. Drowning in a world that feels built against you. A world that, for every stroke, another hand pushes your head further down. Making sure that you understand your place in the depths below. This is common for many, but some, like myself, decided to push and fight. Sometimes, however, fate has a way of reminding you of your place.
By Ardyn Vox5 months ago in Horror
The Woman at the Window. Content Warning.
The carriage stopped.Seconds later, her hands moved by instinct, a desperate attempt to stop what was already beyond repair.That man was not supposed to be there, let alone climb up in that manner.Then came the pain: sharp, precise, spreading warm across her chest. While she stared fixedly into those pitch-black, murderous eyes, feeling life slip away, her mind could only cling to a greater anguish: the faces of her children and the cruel way they had been taken from her that very morning. The eldest had turned around before climbing in, as they led him by the hand, as they forced him into the carriage.Searching for her the entire time, with his eyes.
By Isidora Luna5 months ago in Horror
404 Archive: Files I Wasn't Meant to Find
I don't know if publishing these files was the right decision. Over the past few months, I've considered ignoring it completely, putting everything back where it belonged, and acting as if I hadn't discovered anything. But some things, once you see them, are impossible to forget.
By ABDO5 months ago in Horror
The Stranger on the Frankfurt Train Knew My Name
The rain had been falling over Frankfurt for hours. Thick drops slid down the station's glass roof, blurring the lights into long streaks of gold and silver. Travelers hurried across the platform with umbrellas raised against the wind, while announcements echoed through the station in German and English.
By younas khan5 months ago in Horror
Where the Wicked Pray.. Honorable Mention in Out of the Dream Challenge.
He didn't really care for the Holy Book... Growing up his mother had been devout, she had been strict, but not necessarily unkind...still, he never let her know that he found no solace in her faith.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Horror
Light at the End. Content Warning.
Sleep had become an enemy. For weeks the nightmares had grown from unsettling to outright catastrophic, the kind of terror that left me shaking long after sunrise. Even the Prazosin wasn’t helping anymore. I swallowed my night meds anyway, more out of habit than hope, and lay back as my CPAP amplified every breath into a hollow, mechanical echo. Somehow even that sound had become ominous. I fought sleep with the last scraps of my will, but exhaustion finally dragged me under.
By Billy Thomas5 months ago in Horror
The Photograph That Shouldn't Exist
The old wooden box had been sitting in my grandfather's attic for as long as anyone could remember. No one knew what was inside it.
By younas khan5 months ago in Horror
SCP-173 – "The Sculpture". Content Warning. AI-Generated.
SCP-173 – "The Sculpture" Item #: SCP-173 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than three may enter at any time, and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container. Introduction SCP-173, colloquially known as "The Sculpture," is the first documented entry in the SCP Foundation’s extensive catalog of anomalous entities. Its unique properties, coupled with the visceral fear it inspires, have made it an enduring symbol of the SCP universe. Unlike many anomalies cataloged by the Foundation, SCP-173’s threat is immediate and physical, capable of ending a human life in an instant if vigilance lapses. Discovered in \[REDACTED], SCP-173’s initial containment posed a significant challenge. The object’s origin remains unknown, though some speculate it may have been the product of a failed occult experiment or a manifestation of a memetic phenomenon. Its discovery immediately highlighted the need for rigorous containment protocols, forming a model for handling other anomalies in the early days of the Foundation. Physical Description SCP-173 appears as a humanoid statue constructed primarily from concrete and rebar, with traces of Krylon brand spray paint marking its surface. Standing approximately 2 meters tall, the entity’s facial features are crude yet unnervingly lifelike. Despite its inanimate appearance, SCP-173 is fully animate and extremely hostile. The most alarming characteristic of SCP-173 is its rapid, lethal movement. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight, but once unobserved—even for a fraction of a second—it moves with astonishing speed, attacking victims by snapping their necks at the base of the skull or strangulation. Observers report an unsettling sense of dread in its presence, a feeling that seems to intensify the longer one maintains eye contact.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
Day Her Field of Vision Split. Honorable Mention in Out of the Dream Challenge.
The loose, malingering curtains loitered lazily in the dark. As a pale luminosity filtered through the pane, no one could see the moon wane; beneath her brow, her eyes slunk from side to side in REM. She stirred, sifting through the layers of her light-woven blanket, her feet hanging out to feel the coolness of her bed.
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Horror