supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Haunting Melody
The Haunting Melody Once upon a chilling autumn night in the small village of Ravenswood, a thick fog rolled in, shrouding everything in an eerie silence. The townsfolk had long heard whispers of a haunted mansion at the edge of the woods, its windows shattered and its halls echoing with the ghostly tales of the past. A group of curious teenagers decided to explore the abandoned mansion on that fateful night. mong them was Emily, a brave soul with a penchant for unraveling mysteries. As they approached the decaying structure, the air became dense with an unexplainable tension. The moon cast a feeble glow on the mansion's dilapidated facade as the group cautiously pushed open the creaking door. Inside, the air was stale, and the floorboards groaned under their weight. The group ventured further into the heart of the mansion, guided only by the pale light filtering through the broken windows. Suddenly, a haunting melody echoed through the empty halls. It was a mournful piano tune, its notes lingering in the air like a ghostly presence. The source seemed to be the grand ballroom at the end of a long corridor. As they entered the room, the atmosphere grew colder, and the melody intensified. In the center of the ballroom stood a dusty, forgotten piano, its keys moving on their own accord. The room seemed to come alive with unseen specters dancing to the macabre tune. The teens exchanged nervous glances, their unease growing with every passing note. Emily, drawn by an unseen force, approached the piano cautiously. As her trembling fingers brushed the keys, the melody transformed into a sorrowful wail. The room darkened, and shadows danced on the walls. Unearthly whispers filled the air, revealing the tragic tale of a love betrayed and a soul condemned to wander for eternity. The teens, paralyzed by fear, watched as the ghostly apparitions materialized before them. Faces distorted in agony, the specters reenacted the heartbreaking events that had unfolded within those cursed walls. Emily, now entranced, became a vessel for the tormented spirit, her eyes reflecting the pain of a love lost. Desperate to break free from the supernatural grip, the remaining teens fled the mansion, leaving Emily behind. The haunting melody continued to echo through the night, a lament for a love that could never be restored. The village of Ravenswood would forever speak of that dreadful night, warning others not to venture near the haunted mansion, where the ghostly piano played its mournful tune, and the shadows danced with the memories of a tragic past.
By Abdelrahman Gamal 3 years ago in Horror
THE HAGWITCH of COTTER'S FOREST
I suppose I am writing this as a confession, though it’s the same thing I told everyone back then. No one believed me thirty years ago, so I don’t expect anyone to believe me now, but I don’t care. There’s a sense of release and relief in telling this story one final time before I do what needs to be done.
By Aaron Morrison3 years ago in Horror
Puncak Purnama Villa
“Huuuuu” The exclamations of final year students filled my ears. They were seen fighting over each other to get to the front of the wall. "How did you pass, bro?" Ralyn was anxiously awaiting her friend's arrival. "Say Nan, are we going to graduate or not?" Ikke was starting to get impatient, his mind seemed worried seeing Ernan and Yugo's silent expressions "It's so restless, we all PASSED WOOOO" Their cheers diverted many eyes. Of course they didn't care, they had always been in the spotlight. Moreover, they were all famous students at the school.
By taufik ferdinan3 years ago in Horror
Don't go to the Carnival at Night
The peaceful sounds of the cloudless night were drowned out by Britney’s obnoxious recounting of some controversial Instagram feud she was in. Her horrible nasally voice was far too high pitched to be natural and I could hear nearby animals scuttling in the underbrush. I squeezed Leo’s hand threateningly as my temper flared and he squeezed mine gently and leaned in whispering, “I’m sorry…”
By Ivana Mileusnic3 years ago in Horror
Shadowed Whispers
In a small, secluded village, there stood an abandoned house, shunned by the locals. Rumors circulated that the house was haunted by eerie, shadowy figures. One night, an adventurer named Alex decided to explore the house, seeking the truth behind the chilling tales.
By taufik ferdinan3 years ago in Horror
A hearsay story
I have an exceedingly dear friend, who, upon graduating from medical school, inherited a substantial legacy from his parents, sufficient to sustain a life of opulence without labor. However, he disdains both women and indulgence. His passion lies in amassing an assortment of peculiar and wondrous tales. Most of the time, he's not at home but voyaging abroad. He lacks other companions; in the eyes of others, he's an eccentric soul. Serendipitously, I am an enthusiast of the peculiar as well. Hence, whenever he encounters odd occurrences, he willingly seeks me out to share his joy in exploration. Just now, I received his call. He mentioned having returned from a peripatetic journey, bringing with him a trove of fresh and fascinating tales. I hastened over promptly, as I am on a sabbatical, opting to relocate to his abode. Each evening is spent listening to his recitals of these curious tales. Precisely one each night.
By Ming Theis Cu3 years ago in Horror
The Interstice
Four years ago, my brother was taken from me. Right in front of me. I still remember that very day. ~~~~o0o0o0o0~~~~ It was cold, just entering the end of autumn. We were both just walking together, sharing each other’s company while walking our dogs. We were silent. I don’t know what he was thinking about, but I was envisioning drinking green apple cider, eating cheese-flavored popcorn, and watching a horror movie.
By Jennisea Standing Rock3 years ago in Horror
The Shadows of Sycamore Road
The rain kept falling. The wind blew it away from the window, but the incessant drip from the broken gutters made sure she knew it was not the time to head outside. There was no sign of the moon; if it was there, the thick clouds were keeping it from offering any kind of illumination to the sorry evening. She had never been to this house before. It had been something of a last-minute decision. A friend of a friend had recommended her, and when the usual babysitter had been unavailable, she had been a truly fortunate discovery. She found the house without any problem; everybody knew where Sycamore Road was—the houses were the biggest in town. Large detached symbols of Victorian wealth with their enormous gardens and three-story grandeur. She had always wanted to have a look around one of them and was excited by the request to look after the newly arrived Doctor’s two children.
By Simon Curtis3 years ago in Horror
