supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Diary
On the rugged coast of Ravens Point, the old lighthouse had been guiding ships safely for over a century. Though its light was still a beacon in the storm, the keeper’s quarters had long been abandoned, left to the mercy of the elements. Local legends spoke of eerie occurrences and the mysterious disappearance of past lighthouse keepers.
By Aamina tariq2 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Dollhouse
In the quiet town of Millbrook, the old Thompson estate had stood empty for years, its once-grand appearance now overshadowed by decay and neglect. Rumors circulated about the house's eerie past, particularly concerning a dollhouse that had been left behind in the attic. The dollhouse was a peculiar, ornate replica of the real estate, complete with tiny furniture and delicate, hand-painted details.
By Aamina tariq2 years ago in Horror
The Cursed Mirror
In the small town of Ashfield, the old antique shop on Elm Street was a place of whispered rumors and hidden treasures. Among the shop’s many curiosities was a large, ornate mirror that had been passed down through generations. Its dark wood frame was intricately carved with symbols, and the glass was old and slightly warped. The shopkeeper, Mr. Collins, often warned visitors about the mirror’s unsettling history, but his warnings were usually met with skepticism.
By Aamina tariq2 years ago in Horror
The Whispering Woods
The Whispering Woods had long been a place of dread for the small village of Elderton. Legends spoke of eerie whispers that echoed through the trees, leading lost souls to their doom. Few ventured into the forest, and those who did rarely returned. The trees stood tall and ancient, their gnarled branches seeming to grasp at the sky.
By Aamina tariq2 years ago in Horror
AN ENCOUNTER ON THE DARK ROAD
In 2004, Misty Tasker was a typical American teenager living in Live Oak, Florida, a small town right in the middle of the state. One Saturday evening in January, she and her mother attended a church service. Afterward, they hopped into her mother's truck, got on the country highway, and began their journey back home. Their house was just a 20-minute drive down this highway. Despite being a highway, it was a pretty dirty road, with thick forests on both sides for the entire way.Misty's mother was already a very anxious driver who kept both hands on the wheel, sitting up and hunching over it, her eyes intently focused on the road. She would go to great lengths to avoid driving at night, but the church service they had just attended had run a little long. So now Misty's mother was driving as fast as she could to try and get home before it got too dark.As they sped down the road at about 55 miles per hour, Misty, who was in the passenger seat, happened to look over at her mother for no particular reason. As she did, she noticed something out of her mother's window: it looked like a little girl was sitting on the side of the road. She said to her mom, "I think I just saw a little girl. We need to go back and make sure she's okay."Misty's mom glanced over at her, clearly reluctant to turn the car around. "Did you really see someone? We need to get home," she said. But Misty insisted, "Mom, I'm sure I saw a little girl. We have to go back." Finally, very annoyed, Misty's mother stopped the car, made a U-turn, and began driving back up the road toward where they had seen the girl.As they slowly rolled down the road, they both saw the little girl a little way up on the right side. Her back was to the road, her knees tucked up to her chest as she rocked back and forth. Misty's mother commented that it was surprising to see a girl out here. As they got closer, they realized she wasn't a little girl but a young teenager.As they drove right past her, they expected her to turn around and acknowledge the car creeping up on her, but she didn’t. She just continued to have her knees up to her chest, rocking back and forth. Misty and her mother were a little freaked out by this, but they drove past her about 50 meters. Misty's mother made another U-turn, but when they looked back down the road, she wasn’t there anymore. There were no streetlights, and it was now almost completely pitch dark outside. All they had were the headlights.Misty and her mother slowly rolled back down the road, keeping their eyes on both sides, but after traveling for several minutes, they decided that the girl must have just gone back into the woods. Misty's mom began picking up speed, and before long, they had gone maybe two or three miles away from where they had seen the girl. They were coming up to a four-way intersection with stop signs all around it.As they got close, Misty's mother gasped because, on the other side of the intersection, there was the girl again, sitting on the side of the road with her back to it, her knees up, and rocking back and forth. Misty's mother pulled up at the stop sign, and both women were stunned at what they were seeing. They had just seen her two or three miles back down the road; it wasn’t possible for her to have gotten all the way up here.Misty's mother looked at her daughter and asked, "Do you think it's a different girl?" Misty replied, "No, that's the same girl." They just sat there for a minute until Misty started to panic and said, "Mom, don’t stop! I have a bad feeling about this girl. I don’t know what's going on, but you can't stop next to her."But Misty's mom didn't feel good about abandoning this girl in the middle of the night on the side of the highway. Despite feeling hesitant herself, she let off the brake and began slowly rolling past the intersection. By this point, Misty was absolutely terrified. She took off her seat belt, went down into the footwell in front of her seat, closed her eyes, and covered her ears, begging her mother, "Please keep going, don't stop!" But her mother continued until she stopped right next to the girl.Misty's mother turned to her daughter and said, "Please roll down your window." Misty refused, so her frustrated mother reached across the passenger seat and grabbed the knob to roll down the window manually. Misty kept her eyes on her mom, who suddenly recoiled in horror and screamed. Then she took off, flying down the road.Misty jumped out of the footwell and looked at her mom. "What’s happening? What just happened? What did you see?" Her mom had her hand over her mouth and was crying, unable to find the words to describe what she had just seen. Finally, her mother said, "She didn’t have a face! It was hollow; there was nothing on her face when she looked at me." Her mom was crying as they sped home.They ran inside, practically falling over each other to get into the house. Misty’s mom called 911, but she didn’t even know how to describe what she had just seen. Embarrassed to try to explain it as a girl without a face sitting by the highway, she just told the police that they had seen a girl who might need help. The police searched the entire stretch of the highway but found no trace of the girl.
By Alhassan Abdul Karim 2 years ago in Horror
Mystical stories on the south coast
In the dense forests of Sukabumi, West Java, where the mist hangs thick and ancient trees whisper secrets, there existed a village named Cikawir. This village, shrouded in mystery, was known for its deep connection with the supernatural. Locals spoke in hushed tones of a hidden realm where black magic and witchcraft thrived. The legend that wove through the village was about a powerful sorceress named Nyi Roro Kidul, who was believed to dwell in the enchanted depths of Mount Halimun. She was said to command both the spirits of the forest and the dark energies of the earth. Her powers were feared and revered, as she could grant immense power but also wreak havoc on those who dared to cross her. One particularly stormy night, a young man named Rendra, known for his skepticism and scientific mind, arrived in Cikawir. He had heard tales of miraculous cures and curses tied to black magic and was determined to uncover the truth behind these mystical stories. Rendra's arrival coincided with a series of inexplicable events: crops failing, livestock disappearing, and villagers falling ill under mysterious circumstances. Rendra's investigations led him to an elderly woman named Nenek Sumi, the village’s keeper of secrets. With a face etched by time and eyes that glimmered with hidden knowledge, she reluctantly agreed to share the tale of a forbidden ritual that had been performed long ago. According to Nenek Sumi, a group of villagers had once summoned Nyi Roro Kidul to seek her favor for wealth and prosperity. The sorceress had granted their wish, but at a terrible price—the villagers were bound to her will and had to sacrifice a soul every year. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Rendra ventured into the forest to find the hidden temple where the villagers had made their pact with the sorceress. Deep in the heart of the forest, he discovered ancient carvings and a forgotten altar, now overgrown with vines and moss. As the storm raged around him, he felt a cold presence, and suddenly, the mist coalesced into a spectral figure: Nyi Roro Kidul herself. The sorceress appeared as a majestic figure with eyes like glowing embers. She spoke of the bargain made long ago and revealed that the village's suffering was a result of the unfulfilled pact. To break the curse, Rendra had to perform a counter-ritual to undo the binding spell. With Nenek Sumi’s guidance, Rendra conducted the ritual at dawn, when the first light of day broke through the storm clouds. The ceremony involved offerings of fruits and herbs, and chanting ancient incantations that called upon the spirits of the land for forgiveness and release. As the final chant echoed through the forest, a sudden calm fell over Sukabumi. The mist lifted, the storm clouds dispersed, and the village's troubles began to recede. The crops began to flourish again, and the villagers' health improved. Rendra’s skepticism had been replaced with a newfound respect for the ancient practices of Sukabumi. The village celebrated his bravery and the end of their suffering, and though he left Cikawir with a deeper understanding of the mystical, he also carried with him a sense of wonder and respect for the powers that lay hidden within the ancient forests of West Java.
By Julis Amateur2 years ago in Horror
How It Feels to Die: A Journey into the Unknown
Death. It’s something we all think about at some point in our lives, yet it remains one of the greatest mysteries. What does it actually feel like to die? Is it terrifying or peaceful? While no one can give a definitive answer, many have tried to describe the experience—from those who’ve had near-death experiences to scientists studying the process, to cultural and religious interpretations. Let’s dive into this profound topic, not to scare or sadden, but to explore what’s on the other side of the door we all eventually pass through.
By JOSEPH DICKSON2 years ago in Horror
