supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
"Eternal Echoes of the Abandoned Asylum"
Title: "Eternal Echoes of the Abandoned Asylum" The moon hung low in the night sky, casting eerie shadows across the decrepit asylum. Its windows, shattered and jagged, stared like hollow eyes into the darkness. A chilling wind whispered through the overgrown trees, as if carrying the tormented whispers of the souls that once suffered within those walls. A lone figure, shrouded in darkness, cautiously entered the asylum's decaying entrance. The creaking floorboards echoed with each step, like a symphony of despair. The air was thick with a musty odor of decay and fear. The roar of eerie laughter and faint whispers rang from the dark corners as the intruder moved farther into the asylum's dreary halls. The walls appeared to close in on the intruder, as if they were attempting to entrap them inside the terrifying labyrinth.
By Javel samuels3 years ago in Horror
Todesgericht
The guns stopped firing right as the rain did at two pm. Private Muller lit a cigarette scavenged from a nearby body—a boy, couldn’t be a day older than seventeen. Muller appreciated a moment of relative silence. Somewhere far down the line, he could still hear the big guns going, the gray horizon lit with bursts of red and orange glow. Here it was quiet.
By Sherry Cortes3 years ago in Horror
Murmurs from Past
Murmurs from Past: Tormenting Stories of the Inconspicuous In the quietness of the evening , when the world dozes and the main sound are those of your own breath, have you at any point felt a shudder down your spine? A mysterious presence that sends goosebumps dashing across your skin? These are the murmurs from past, the unpleasant stories of the concealed that have interested and unnerved mankind for a really long time. In this blog entry, we will set out on an excursion through the chilling domains of spooky experiences, unexplained peculiarities, and the persevering through secrets that keep on tormenting our minds.
By MD Rifatul Islam3 years ago in Horror
Just Beyond the Curtain
My husband, Thomas, is a writer of short horror and I'm very proud of him. He crafts these unique little stories about horrific situations and people really seem to like them. I won't name-drop here, but you may have read some of his work if you've been in the community for a while. He writes a lot and his stories have been read by a lot of different narrators, but recently things have changed.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
From Baltimore to Richmond: Tracing the Supernatural Sites of Edgar Allan Poe
Born in Boston in 1809, Edgar Allan Poe faced a challenging childhood, abandoned by his alcoholic father and losing his mother to tuberculosis before he turned two. Raised by a foster family in Virginia, Poe moved frequently between cities, leaving a lasting imprint on each place.
By Gareth Popovic3 years ago in Horror
The Enigma of Fear and Creepiness: Unmasking the Ambiguity Within
Fear, that primal instinct that courses through our veins, has been a faithful companion to humanity since time immemorial. It's the guardian that kept our ancestors alive in a world rife with dangers. We fear the venomous sting of insects and the hungry gaze of apex predators, and such fears make perfect sense. But what about fear when there's no clear and apparent threat, when the danger is shrouded in mystery?
By Massidee RockStar3 years ago in Horror
Blood and the Lightning Bolt
The monster was doing its best to make Evan scream. It broke his legs, which elicited the faintest gasp. Evan remained silent during the beating and the nail extractions, which he thought was a nice twist. He actually enjoyed the sharp sting that raced from his toes to the back of his jaw like sour candy with each pop off the nail bed.
By Lynn Jordan3 years ago in Horror
My deepest fear
In the quiet stillness of a moonlit night, I found myself alone, surrounded by the profound darkness of an old forest. Tall, ancient trees loomed overhead, their branches swaying like skeletal fingers, whispering secrets only the night could hear. My deepest fear had always been the fear of the unknown, and here I was, standing on the threshold of that fear.
By Boomatt Tutorials3 years ago in Horror
The Whispers Of The Savanna: A Tale Of Witchcraft
In the heart of the vast African savanna, where the golden grasses stretched as far as the eye could see, there lay a hidden village, sheltered by the embrace of gnarled baobab trees. This remote settlement was known as Nyame Nkasa, a place untouched by time, where the wind whispered secrets carried from generations long past.
By Alpha the great 3 years ago in Horror
