supernatural

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

The Ice Cream Truck. Content Warning.
My eyes shot open in the dark. The tinkling chimes of the ice cream truck had invaded my dreams to the tune of “do your ears hang low” but the slamming of the screen door is what jarred me awake. Desperate and groggy I search the room and my mind for reality. The clock beside the bed reads 3 a.m. There is no reason for an ice cream truck this early. Where did that music come from? Who would have slammed the door? The realization is cold and paralyzing. Ava. She’s four, the truck is one of her favorite things. Without hesitation I shot up, wide awake. I don’t recall the feeling of my feet on the floor, or even the stairs. Flying is understatement. I don’t even stop at her room to assure myself. I know she’s gone. My breath caught in my chest a moment at the sight of the open door. Only the briefest pause before I barreled out into the dark. Scanning the street and gutted. She was nowhere. A wave of every possible emotion and thought overwhelms me. I hate myself for not locking the door. I drop to my knees and a primal scream erupts from my chest. Heaving uncontrollable sobs overtake me and I can’t breathe. Then I hear it faintly to my right in the distance. Those stupid chimes.
By Samantha Shearer5 months ago in Horror
The Never-Ending Staircase
She didn't know how she got here. Goddess, she wasn't even sure where "here" was. Sunlight poured in - bright and cheerful - from the tall window to her left, illuminating a handsome, mahogany stairwell. She bent over the railing and craned her neck until it was sore, her stomach pressing against the spindles with every panicked breath at the dizzying sight below. Millions of steps stared back at her, but the bottom was nowhere in sight.
By Natalie Gray5 months ago in Horror
The Boy from Bogger Hollow. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Boy from Bogger Hollow When eleven-year-old Eli Foster arrived in Bogger Hollow, Arkansas, nobody knew where he came from. No information let of his birth either.
By Rachel Foster5 months ago in Horror
I BARELY BREATHED. Top Story - June 2026.
I BARELY BREATHED my breath made too much noise ** My husband and I bought the little ranch house in the late 1960s. With three bedrooms, a decent sized living room, a kitchen that could fit one person, and a small dining room, I thought it was perfect, especially since it had a large, fenced in yard. Yes, it was perfect – a perfect place where my little boys and their dog, Soldier could play.
By Margaret Brennan5 months ago in Horror
The Murder of Charles Walton: England's Most Chilling Witchcraft Mystery. Content Warning.
There are murder cases that remain unsolved because evidence is scarce. There are cases that remain unsolved because witnesses refuse to speak. And then there are cases that linger for decades because the answers seem to lie somewhere between reality and folklore. The murder of Charles Walton belongs firmly in that final category.
By Veil of Shadows5 months ago in Horror
The three knock rule. Content Warning.
My Uncle Ted was a quiet man, but nobody expected him to leave his entire property to me.It wasn’t a massive mansion, just an old, two-story farmhouse at the very edge of town, surrounded by nothing but tall grass and ancient oak trees.The nearest neighbor was a fifteen minute drive down a bumpy dirt road. When I moved in the house felt frozen in time.The floors were made of creaky dark wood, the walls were lined with old framed black and white photos of ancestors I didn't recognize and heating the place required throwing real logs into a stone fireplace.It was peaceful, but a little lonely. On the kitchen counter, Uncle Ted had left behind a yellowed piece of notebook paper with instructions on how to take care of the place.It had normal things written on it, like how to unjam the well pump and which firewood burned the longest.But at the very bottom of the page, written in thick, messy ink, was a final note "If you hear someone knock on the front door after midnight, do not answer it.Don't look through the peephole, and don't peek through the windows.Just turn off the lights and go to sleep." I laughed when I first read it.Uncle Ted was an old man who lived alone in the woods, it made sense that he was a bit paranoid.I tossed the note in the junk drawer and forgot all about it. For the first three weeks, everything was completely normal.I spent my days fixing up the porch and my nights reading by the fire.But on a Tuesday night, a massive thunderstorm hit the valley.The wind was howling, slamming rain against the side of the house so hard it sounded like handfuls of gravel hitting the glass. At exactly 1:15 AM
By Einar Dahl5 months ago in Horror
Ghostly Happenings in Massachusetts
Ghostly Theater Residents In the heart of Boston’s theater district, the Cutler Majestic Theater opened its doors in 1903.
By Rasma Raisters5 months ago in Horror
Mary Winchester is the Most Annoying Character in Supernatural
Mary Winchester was the reason why the Winchesters became a family of hunters. This was an excellent and tragic twist, since Mary was secretly a hunter, and refused to ever tell her family about her secret life, only for her death to result with her loved ones becoming a part of this insane lifestyle.
By Emy Quinn5 months ago in Horror
The Exorcism They Tried to Hide. AI-Generated.
In 1987, a priest disappeared after performing an unauthorized exorcism inside a condemned monastery in northern Vermont. The Church denied the ritual ever happened. But in 2019, a box of cassette tapes was discovered sealed behind a collapsed wall. The recordings should never have been played. --- The monastery had no name on any modern map. Locals simply called it Saint Dymphna’s House. The building sat deep within the Blackwood Forest, hidden beneath towering pines and constant fog. Travelers avoided the road leading to it. Hunters claimed their compasses spun near the property. Children in nearby towns were warned never to wander into the woods after sunset. But the strangest part wasn’t the abandoned monastery itself. It was the silence around it. No records. No photographs. No official ownership. As though someone had spent decades trying to erase the place from existence. In October of 2019, restoration workers clearing storm damage uncovered a narrow stone chamber buried beneath the eastern wing of the monastery. Inside were six water-damaged cassette tapes wrapped in black cloth. Each tape had a date. October 3rd, 1987. And each carried the same handwritten warning: DO NOT PLAY. Naturally, someone did. --- The first tape began with static. Then breathing. Heavy, nervous breathing. A man finally spoke. “This is Father Marcus Vale. If these recordings are discovered… then we failed.” His voice trembled violently. “There are four of us remaining inside Saint Dymphna’s. Brother Elias, Sister Ruth, Father Conway… and the girl.” A pause followed. Then a faint sound emerged beneath the static. Scratching. Slow. Rhythmic. Like fingernails dragging across wood. Father Marcus continued. “The Vatican denied authorization for the rite. They ordered us to leave the child and burn the monastery entirely. But we could not abandon her.” Another pause. “She is only seventeen.” --- According to fragmented Church records uncovered years later, the girl’s name was Claire Holloway. She had been brought to Saint Dymphna’s after murdering both of her parents in the middle of the night. Police reports described the scene as “ritualistic.” Her father had been found nailed to the bedroom floor. Her mother’s jaw had been removed with surgical precision. Claire herself was discovered sitting calmly in the kitchen, covered in blood, repeatedly whispering: “He came from below the trees.” Psychiatrists diagnosed severe psychosis. Then the hospital staff began quitting. One nurse claimed Claire spoke fluent Latin despite never studying it. Another reported seeing the girl standing motionless outside patient rooms at impossible hours. Then came the deaths. Three orderlies were found hanging inside a locked stairwell. A doctor suffered a violent seizure after attempting hypnosis. Before dying, he clawed his own eyes apart screaming: “Don’t let it wear her skin.” That was when the Church intervened. And that was when the tapes began. --- Tape Two sounded worse. The scratching had grown louder. Somewhere in the background, a woman sobbed uncontrollably. Father Marcus spoke in hurried whispers. “She knows things she shouldn’t. She speaks to people who are not present. Tonight she told Brother Elias the exact day his mother died.” Silence. Then a metallic creaking sound echoed through the recording. “She has not eaten in six days.” Another voice interrupted suddenly. A man. Terrified. “Father… the walls…” Marcus inhaled sharply. “Oh God…” The tape distorted violently. But beneath the static, another sound emerged. Dozens of voices whispering together. Not chanting. Laughing. --- By Tape Three, someone was missing. Brother Elias. Father Marcus explained they discovered him wandering outside in the woods before dawn, barefoot despite freezing temperatures. They found him kneeling in mud beside a dead deer. His teeth had been filed flat against stone. He kept repeating the same sentence over and over: “She showed me the pit beneath the monastery.” When they tried bringing him back inside, Elias attacked Sister Ruth with a rusted shovel. The tape captured her screams. Then silence. Long, unbearable silence. Finally, Father Marcus whispered: “We buried what remained of him before sunset.” The next voice on the tape did not belong to Marcus. It belonged to Claire. Her voice sounded calm. Almost amused. “You shouldn’t have done that.” A low thud echoed somewhere nearby. Then another. Then another. Like something massive moving beneath the floorboards. Claire giggled softly. “He doesn’t like being buried.” --- Tape Four was partially melted. Most of the audio was ruined. But investigators restored several sections. What remained terrified everyone who heard it. The ritual had apparently begun around midnight. Prayers echoed through the monastery. Latin verses. Shouting. Furniture breaking. Then Claire screamed. Not like a human being. The sound resembled multiple voices shrieking through her throat simultaneously. Father Conway began reciting scripture louder and louder. Then suddenly— Every sound stopped. Completely. No voices. No movement. No breathing. For nearly forty seconds, the tape captured absolute silence. Then came a whisper directly beside the microphone. “He found me.” The next seconds were chaos. Men screaming. Glass shattering. A wet snapping noise. Father Marcus yelled: “DON’T LOOK AT HER EYES!” Then the recording ended. --- Tape Five was never fully released to the public. Only fragments leaked online before being removed. People who claimed to hear the full recording described disturbing details. One listener reportedly suffered cardiac arrest. Another vanished after obsessively replaying the audio for days. Authorities dismissed the rumors as internet hysteria. But one surviving transcript still exists. At the very end of the tape, Father Marcus can reportedly be heard crying. Not praying. Begging. “Please… if anyone finds this… do not open the lower chapel.” Then something answered him. Not Claire. Something else. A voice so deep the tape itself distorted around it. “You already opened it.” --- Tape Six contained no human voices. Only sounds. Heavy impacts. Distant screaming. Church bells ringing somewhere underground. Then came the fire alarms. Investigators believe the priests attempted to burn Saint Dymphna’s House from the inside to contain whatever had happened below the monastery. Officially, the fire was blamed on faulty electrical wiring. Four bodies were recovered. Claire Holloway was never found. Neither was Father Marcus. --- The recordings should have disappeared forever. But after excerpts leaked online in late 2020, strange reports began surfacing across forums and paranormal communities. Listeners described nightmares involving forests and underground tunnels. Several claimed they woke with deep scratches across their bedroom walls. One man from Oregon allegedly murdered his wife after weeks of listening obsessively to the tapes. During interrogation, he repeated the same sentence Claire Holloway once spoke in the hospital decades earlier: “He came from below the trees.” The original cassette tapes vanished from police evidence shortly afterward. No suspects were identified. And in 2023, restoration workers returned to Saint Dymphna’s House to continue demolition efforts. The crew entered the lower chapel for the first time since the fire. What they found has never been publicly disclosed. But according to one anonymous worker, there was a single phrase carved repeatedly into the stone walls beneath the monastery. Hundreds of times. As though written by bleeding hands. HE IS STILL HERE.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
She Answered After She Died
# She Answered After She Died ### My sister's phone rang. She had been buried for two years. Everyone remembers the last conversation they have with someone they love.
By @HiddenHistory5 months ago in Horror
💔 The Night I Lost Everything
1. A Night That Looked Completely Normal It was an ordinary night, the kind that doesn’t feel important while it’s happening. I remember thinking nothing special would come out of it. Life had been steady for a while—nothing extraordinary, nothing too painful either. I had friends I trusted, plans I believed in, and a future that still looked open and full of possibility. I didn’t know that a single night could quietly stand at the edge of everything and push my life in a completely different direction without warning. Looking back now, I realize how fragile normality really is when you’re young and careless.
By Muhammad Zeeshan5 months ago in Horror
Reyna Strikes Out. Top Story - May 2026.
Author note of caution: This is a horror story and might be upsetting to some readers. “Strike! Look at that turkey! Eric wins the tournament by one pin with that strike in the tenth frame!” The loudspeaker carried the voice throughout the bowling center.
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Horror