supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Through the Eyes of Ghost
I was awoken suddenly by Ghost, my cat, springboarding himself off my arm. I was lying on my right side in bed. The moon glowed through the windows as Ghost circled back and shoved his face into mine. I scratched his cheeks as he purred loudly, ensuring I was not in line with his drool that tends to fall when he’s in an intense purring zone. He curled his body around and plopped next to me, the butt end of his body leaning against the top of my head.
By Melissa Muhs2 years ago in Horror
The Haunted House. AI-Generated.
In a small, mist-covered town nestled deep in the heart of the woods stood an old, decaying mansion. This house, with its ivy-clad walls and broken windows, was the stuff of local legend. It was said to be haunted by the spirit of a beautiful woman named Isabella, who had met a tragic end centuries ago. According to the legend, Isabella, a woman of unparalleled beauty, had been betrayed by her lover and, in her sorrow and anger, had vowed to exact her revenge on handsome young men for eternity.
By ALCHEMY26122 years ago in Horror
The Echoes of Midnight Hotel. AI-Generated.
Nestled deep in the heart of the Rockies, the Midnight Hotel stood as a monument to a bygone era. Built in the late 1800s, it had once been a luxurious retreat for the elite. But as time passed, the hotel fell into disrepair, its grand halls and opulent rooms left to gather dust. Local legends spoke of mysterious disappearances and ghostly apparitions, branding the Midnight Hotel as a place of dark secrets and restless spirits.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Horror
Brushes With The Afterlife: Everyday People’s Extraordinary Short Ghost Stories.
Dive into a chilling series of true ghost short story posts that will leave you questioning the line between reality and the paranormal. “Brushes with the Afterlife” brings to light personal haunting experiences and eerie true stories that have been whispered from the shadows but are now shared with the world. Each story of this haunting anthology reveals paranormal encounters recounted by those who lived them — supernatural eyewitnesses to the inexplicable. From the subtle chill of an unseen presence to the terrifying clarity of a haunted encounter, these real-life ghost encounters span the gamut of the supernatural real stories spectrum. Prepare to be drawn into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary and the unexplained mysteries of the everyday prove too true to be comfortable. These are not your average ghost tales; they are true paranormal experiences that defy logic and reason. Whether you’re a skeptic or a believer, “Brushes with the Afterlife” offers a compelling journey through the creepy true tales and spooky true stories that exist just beyond the reach of the light. Are you ready to explore the haunting true tales and paranormal real-life stories that will challenge your perception of what is possible? Discover the true ghost stories that you will find hard to believe yet impossible to ignore. “Brushes with the Afterlife” is your gateway to the extraordinary, a testament to the ghost stories from real life that whisper to us in the dark, urging us to listen. Welcome to Brushes with the Afterlife. In this post, Story 1, “The Bet,” This story is so creepy, you actually feel chills when your reading through parts of the story. The only thing I have changed are the names of the individuals ( requested by the story submitter ) and any grammar or punctuation if needed. Any images in this short-read story are for illustration purposes only; the pictures are not the exact images depicted in this story or are not meant to be. This story is set in a village in Worcestershire, in the United Kingdom. I will leave it there and let the story begin…
By DidYouKnowBlog2 years ago in Horror
Lady Mia's Gentlemen Callers
Being on the payroll due to a show appearance Lady Mia a small French village alien immigrant, took a second, claiming owed allowance option, defending her firm turf. “Love appeals made me a winning selection,” she boasted, “woo hoo Jackie blue, where are you now, out of the money, miniature in statue.”
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 23
The wind whispered through the rows of headstones as Jack stood motionless before the twin graves of Emma and Alice; twins that came so close to being triplets. His hands, usually steady from years of handling delicate paranormal detection equipment, trembled slightly as he laid a bouquet of white lilies on each grave—silent symbols of the purity and bravery his friends had embodied.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 22
The dim light of dawn barely penetrated the grimy windows of the asylum as Jack's team methodically collected their scattered equipment. The weight of sleepless nights hung heavily on their shoulders, manifesting in sluggish gestures and drawn faces shadowed under the flickering fluorescent lights. Cables were coiled with less precision than usual, digital recorders and cameras slipped into padded cases with sighs rather than the customary care.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 21
The flickering firelight cast long shadows across the walls of the base camp's central cabin, where the team had gathered after escaping the malevolent clutches of Blackwood Asylum. Slumped in mismatched chairs around a worn wooden table, they each bore the look of those who had stared too long into the abyss and had felt its cold gaze in return.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 20. Content Warning.
The decaying walls of the asylum seemed to pulse with a life of their own, the air thick with a symphony of tortured whispers and guttural moans that clawed at the edges of sanity. Shadows danced and flickered in the periphery, never fully revealing their sources, as if the light itself was afraid to touch the darkness that swelled within this forsaken place.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 15. Content Warning.
Alice's hand grazed the crumbling wall of the corridor as she ventured deeper into the labyrinthine asylum. Each step was cautious, her boots scuffing against the debris-strewn floor, the sound reverberating off the decayed walls and amplifying her isolation. Dust particles danced in the thin shafts of light that penetrated the oppressive darkness, creating ghostly streaks in the air. She could taste the mustiness of disuse and despair that clung to the back of her throat, a pungent reminder of the building's tragic past.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
