supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Haunted Legacy of 727 Tran Hung Dao: Vietnam’s Most Chilling Ghost Story
History of 727 Tran Hung Dao Located in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, 727 Tran Hung Dao stands as one of the most infamous haunted sites in the country. The building's eerie reputation stems from its long and storied history, marked by war, tragedy, and supernatural occurrences.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
Ice Cream Time!
It all started with a delightful dream, where Alice found herself in a magical wonderland crafted entirely out of ice cream. Everywhere she glanced, a mesmerizing sight unfolded before her eyes. Towering mounds of mouthwatering treats beckoned, while streams of velvety chocolate sauce flowed gracefully. A gentle flurry of vibrant sprinkles added a touch of whimsy to the scene. She enthusiastically indulged, relishing every spoonful as it surpassed the previous one in mouthwatering flavor.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Horror
Horror Story 1
The rain drummed incessantly on the roof of the small house nestled deep within the forest. Sara, a young woman with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes, had recently moved in, seeking solitude after a series of personal tragedies. She had heard whispers about the forest's dark history, but she brushed them off as local superstitions.
By Felix Sanjaya2 years ago in Horror
The Image Behind the Mirror
Jake had always been curious about the old mirror in his grandmother’s attic. It was a massive, ornate thing, with intricate carvings along its golden frame. It had been in the family for generations, but no one seemed to know its origin. As a child, Jake used to sneak up there, peering into the dusty glass and wondering about the lives of those who had looked into it before him. One summer afternoon, while visiting his grandmother, Jake decided to explore the attic once again. The familiar creak of the wooden stairs greeted him, followed by the musty smell of old books and forgotten memories. He made his way to the mirror, now shrouded in a thick layer of dust. With a quick swipe of his hand, he cleared a spot and stared at his reflection. "Hey, Grandma," he called out, still gazing into the glass. "Do you know anything about this old mirror?" His grandmother, a sprightly woman with a penchant for storytelling, climbed up the stairs and joined him. "Ah, that mirror," she said with a nostalgic smile. "Your great-grandfather found it in an old estate sale. He always said it had a certain... magic to it." Jake chuckled. "Magic, huh? Like, it can show you your future or something?" "Something like that," she replied, her eyes twinkling. "They say if you look deep enough, you might see more than just your reflection." Intrigued, Jake decided to put the old legend to the test. He stood in front of the mirror, staring into his own eyes, trying to see whatever it was his great-grandfather had talked about. Minutes passed, and just as he was about to give up, something strange happened. The glass seemed to ripple, like a stone dropped in water. Jake blinked, convinced he was seeing things, but when he opened his eyes, the attic around him had vanished. He was no longer in his grandmother's attic but in a dimly lit room that looked like a grand ballroom from centuries ago. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and candle wax. Gilded chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Jake turned around, and his breath caught in his throat. In the center of the room stood a young woman, dressed in an elegant, old-fashioned gown. Her hair was piled high in an elaborate style, and her eyes were wide with surprise, mirroring his own. "Who... who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "I should be asking you the same thing," Jake replied. "I'm Jake. I was just looking into a mirror, and then... I ended up here." The woman's expression softened. "My name is Eliza. This is my home, though it seems you've traveled a great distance to get here." "Where is here?" Jake asked, still trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. Eliza gestured around the room. "This is the Rosewood Manor, but from the looks of your clothing, I would guess you come from a different time." Jake looked down at his jeans and t-shirt, feeling out of place in the grand, old room. "Yeah, you could say that. This mirror, it must be some kind of portal." Eliza nodded. "It seems so. My family has always kept it, though we never knew its true purpose. Until now, perhaps." They spent hours talking, sharing stories of their respective worlds. Eliza was fascinated by Jake's tales of modern technology, while Jake was captivated by the history and elegance of Eliza's time. They quickly formed a bond, their curiosity bridging the centuries between them. As the day turned to night, Jake realized he should find a way back home. "Eliza, I think I need to go back. My grandmother will be worried about me." Eliza looked sad but nodded in understanding. "I wish you could stay longer, but I know you must return." Jake turned to the mirror, which now reflected his grandmother's attic once again. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, feeling the same ripple in the air as before. In an instant, he was back in the dusty attic, staring at his own reflection. "Jake, dinner's ready!" his grandmother called from downstairs. Jake blinked, disoriented but smiling. He glanced back at the mirror, half expecting to see Eliza waving goodbye. Instead, he saw only his own face, looking back at him with a new sense of wonder.
By Jangan Tanya2 years ago in Horror
HORROR Review of "The Man in the Black Suit" Stephen King short story
I have an older, very thick book of Stephen King's short stories. I've read many of his older books but not short stories. At the end of "The Man in the Black Suit," King states that his favorite Nathaniel Hawthorne story is "Young Goodman Brown." He thinks it is one of the best American short stories ever written. This short story by King is his hommage to that.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Horror
DEEP FOREST ELF
Just like other times, my grandmother always affirmed that this story was true. On a recent trip back to my hometown, I tried to ask my relatives near home. And it was surprising when they all confirmed that what my grandmother told me was true. Although there are many different versions, the main character is the same old woman. She is very old, lived so long that she turned into an ogre. A goblin that eats people.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
Kuntilanak
It was a dark, humid night in a small village on the outskirts of Jakarta. The kind of night where the air feels thick, and the silence is almost deafening. The full moon hung high, casting eerie shadows through the dense forest that bordered the village. The villagers knew well to avoid the forest after sundown, for it was said to be the haunting ground of the Kuntilanak.
By Ajeng Permata2 years ago in Horror
Ghosts in Nebraska
The Temple Building is at the University of Nebraska in Lincoln. It is located on the East Campus. The University of Nebraska was founded in 1869 stretching 4 city blocks. By 1905 it was becoming immense. The beautiful Franco-Italian style Temple Building was constructed in 1906 as a student activity center and home to the University Theater. The entrance is framed by 4 Italian marble pillars strategically placed across the front of the building. Inside is the campus radio station and KUON-TV, all the drama and theater classes, some administrative offices, and UNL’s two main theaters, Howell and Studio.
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Horror
