supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Ripples of Retribution. Content Warning.
Ripples of Retribution In the heart of the Batswana kingdom, where traditions intertwined with the flowing currents of the river, a tale of betrayal and vengeance unfolded. Queen Nia, respected and revered, was burdened by the weight of a mother's worst nightmare – the disappearance of her beloved daughter, princess Kaya.
By Gaia Mokoena3 years ago in Horror
Shattered Innocence
Shattered Innocence: The Heart-Wrenching Saga of Jabari, the Tormented Tokoloshe Deep in the heart of a secluded South African village, where the swaying grasslands whispered secrets and towering acacias stood as silent sentinels, lived a young man named Jabari. His spirit was gentle, radiating warmth to all who crossed his path. Little did the villagers suspect that Jabari's life would soon be entwined with a malevolent force—the Tokoloshe—an enigmatic creature, its grotesque appearance hiding a tragic tale of torment and betrayal.
By Gaia Mokoena3 years ago in Horror
A Ghost Last Romance
In the quiet town of Evervale, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, lived a young artist named Emily. She possessed an ethereal beauty that seemed to capture the essence of the world around her. With a heart full of dreams and an unyielding passion for her craft, Emily spent her days painting scenes that mirrored the enchantment of Evervale.
By Nagarathinam B3 years ago in Horror
Legends of Sandwood Bay in Scotland. Top Story - January 2024.
Way up on the rugged northwest coast of the Scottish Highlands is Sandwood Bay, a remote beach reached by a 4-mile (about 6.5 km) journey on foot. There are some strange stories from the area that haven't become widespread enough for most people to know of. For those with an appetite for dark intrigue—and I know you're one of them—Sandwood Bay is more than just a beach; it's where nature's beauty intersects with eerie legends of phantom mariners, mysterious lights, imposing mermaids, and ancient shipwrecks.
By J.A. Hernandez3 years ago in Horror
Haunted York
In the north of England, there is a city, unlike any other in the entire country. That is the city of York, which still holds onto it's medieval history, as many castles still stand here, amongst other buildings from the middle ages. It is a marvellous wonder, like visiting a time from long, long ago. Yet this book (podcast) is not a tourism guide. No, we are here to discuss true horror. As York's medieval history holds many dark tales, that are openly discussed.
By Joseph Roy Wright3 years ago in Horror
Halloween
It is believed, that on the night of Halloween, the dead resurface on earth. Perhaps not the zombies you'd see in classic horror films, but the spirits of the dead, reveal themselves more openly. It stems from the Celtic belief that on the 31st of October, the seasons collide, opening a rift between the underworld where dead spirits linger. The idea of dressing up in spooky costumes and so forth, was a way to scare off any unwanted ghosts. This could explain why Supernatural sightings are ironically quite rare during this time of year. However, some ghost hunters have dared to venture outside of society during this night. They have discovered all matter of terrifying encounters, where it is not just the ghosts of humans and animals that resurface on earth, but even demons have been known to crack
By Joseph Roy Wright3 years ago in Horror
If Zombies Existed
Here's a terrifying thought, what if the dead rose from their graves and feasted upon the living? Like something out of a cult horror film, the likelihood of this ever happening is most definitely impossible. However, modern media has depicted zombie outbreaks, in a much more believable fashion. The possibility of a world ending virus isn't something alien, we've already experienced several deadly diseases and plagues across the world. So to imagine a virus that not only killed thousands, but also deteriorated the minds and bodies of many, into becoming mindless cannibals, limping from one human meal to the next. Suddenly that idea doesn't seem too far fetched, there are also dozens of movies, TV shows and books that explore this horrifying possibility. Some have made the link between rabies, a disease that turns once calm and loyal pets, into rage filled beasts. What if a virus like that, eventually effected humans? It could spell the end of society as we know it. Other sources have linked the idea of Cordyceps, a fungi which possesses the bodies of ants in order to spread, to one day evolve into infecting humans, turning us into hideous monsters who only live to breed without intellect.
By Joseph Roy Wright3 years ago in Horror
Joker’s bag of secrets
In a dimly lit bookstore nestled between forgotten alleyways, there sat an ordinary-looking book bag. Yet, this was no ordinary bag—it bore the enigmatic face of the Joker, his twisted grin hinting at secrets within. Intrigued customers passed it by, unaware of the mystique that veiled this seemingly mundane accessory.
By Brother Chance3 years ago in Horror
Sitting at Bentinck Road
It was perfect. We had been scouring the area for weeks, but nothing came up, let alone something in our price range. When 42 Bentinck Road appeared on the market, we rushed to make an appointment and had almost made an offer on the drive over. We resisted almost as far as the extremely dated kitchen. The whole house was dated. It hadn’t been renovated in decades, and while it had been lived in until very recently, it had a musty brick-a-brac shop aroma that would put most would-be homeowners off. But we were so desperate for our own little corner of East Hoston; a renovation project was a small price to pay. Our offer was quickly accepted, and within a month, we were preparing to move into our new home.
By Simon Curtis3 years ago in Horror
December 23rd, 199X
Your heart, mind, and eyes awaken to the throes of a peril distant to your being in this moment; dread clutches your heart, burning your mind & blinding your sight. The body is stiff & the air is still, a low-pitched drone your sole node of information you've the ability to ascertain in this one moment. Then unto another, deathly cold enveloping that of your unmoving being; a thought birthed from your burning mind as a fraction of your sight is returned in flashes as the moments tick by like the seconds of the clock. Your eyes observing what you recognize as your very room, delightfully decorated in artifacts you hold dear. Framed pictures of your many travels, vinyls of your most acclaimed musical projects, collectibles of the varying ranges of media you follow & praise so feverishly. All the things as they were left as you know them; the burning of your mind subsiding as this image is painted upon your retinas, the cold that afflicts your appendages reaching the organs that inhabit your skull. Another moment falls with the feeling becoming numbing, the clarity carrying with it a gift-a realization. A necessary engine in the furtherance of life dawns on cessation, the heart beating in your chest shares a frigid grave of stagnant blood & pale flesh. Death has claimed you in the walls of your own abode & in your own very space, a sudden development of your now untimely youth of twenty-six years treading amongst the buried lives before yours, experiencing all that those given life similar to yours mustered to offer during days past. The previously distant throes grow near, your soul risen from the corpse that was formerly you; granting you perspective. Untethered from your mortal coil you observe the scene as it was the moment consciousness gave way to your ancestors; sunlight pierces a shattered window struck true from the mountainous rooftops of buildings blurred to your sight in the ephemeral form you so recently gained, its destination a red mist & from it a spattering of blood droplets and skull fragments, a mockery of what formerly acted as your conduit in life. The throes yet grow, tugging at your soul even now as you're struck with the circumstances of your death; the scene in its lucidity begins to bastardize itself into myriad shapes of rot, a dread growing closer to your core essence. Peeling walls, pitted flesh, cracking floors, sunken skies; the air is now all but still, writhing amidst the everything like a pit of larvae burrowing into the fragile remnants of your memory, reducing the scene & the years you lived into unfathomable decay. To shield yourself from bearing witness brings greater stages of desolation to what was formerly you, until the moment all that remains is a twisted blasplemy of the soul you've curated all this time. There's the sounding of laughter, roaring, rending, and winds, then as if destined by fate your unruly soul embraces the oncoming malevolence of a thousand fallen angels, dragged below & forever torn from Earth's cradle of life. Bound for rebirth in Hell's crawling flames & souls fraught with the dregs of humanity.
By Anoveaulix3 years ago in Horror
