supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
A tale of a mother losing her child
The incident happened to me 12 months in the past, our very last checks had been arising and that i nevertheless needed to do lots extra practice normally our college's library could nearby five however due to the assessments the school determined that the library could be stored open till nighttime in order that if kids desired they may stay to examine and prepare for the exams my house wasn't some distance far from the faculty so rather than reading at home I desired reading inside the quiet calm library and generally organized for the tests there that day I left my house at six o'clock and soon reached the library to prepare for the exams i used to be so absorbed and studying I failed to understand that it changed into now 10 o'clock I had in no way stayed inside the library for that long usually i might be on my way domestic at round eight even at eight o'clock there could be at the least some students in the library however at 10 there was absolute silence I only had approximately 10 to 15 minutes of labor left so I decided i'll just end this quickly after which go back domestic i was completely lost in my work once I heard someone limping overseas books and ran out of the library there's a very long corridor outdoor our faculty library on the cease of that corridor while you switch proper you'll locate the faculty go out door I went thru the hall and turned into speedy getting close to the exit after I noticed a female standing at the stop of that hall I did not understand who she became but as I got closer I felt increasingly uncomfortable I were given so uncomfortable that I referred to as out who's there as soon as I stated that she was long past within some seconds I cite a breath of comfort and persisted out the front door due to exhaustion and hunger I could not even stroll nicely but I observed that the road changed into surprisingly completely empty which changed into extremely atypical because this street is typically very busy even at night time you could see human beings strolling on the street because of panic and fear I saved looking on the ground whilst taking walks i was almost home when all of sudden I saw a shadow at the floor stretching out to me despite the fact that there was no person around me, when I lifted my head I saw a female taking walks in front of me. i discovered her very odd she seemed as if she changed into disabled and that she became having trouble strolling and she became taking walks so slowly that I stuck as much as her very quickly now i used to be so close to her that I ought to see her definitely she turned into wearing tattered grimy clothes and her arms and toes were twisted also her hair regarded very messy i discovered it so abnormal that i ended in my tracks my gut became telling me over and over not to move any toward this woman I didn't even have the braveness to overtake her and stroll on foreign i used to be frozen I couldn't utter a phrase due to surprise my mind went numb I failed to know how to solution her atypical query fear I pointed far a ways away to the girl over there just wanted her to move away she limped to in which I had pointed to her and he or she walked so far away that I could not see her anymore i was scared of the notion that she might appear in front of me again so I ran as fast as I ought to at that point my brain could not reflect on consideration on whatever else aside from locating someone who should help me a vehicle or someone or every body and then at that moment I heard that female screaming from a long way away she is here after that I recollect nothing once I became aware i found out that my neighbor observed me surpassed out at the floor and he added me home i found this out from him that in 1998 there was a 32 year lady named Agatha and she had a ten year old daughter who also went to Eden Hill school, one day while playing with her buddies she had an accident and died, Agatha couldn't bear the thought of dropping her toddler after that Agatha's ghost changed into visible roaming around in Eden Hill college and the encircling region looking for her lost toddler she's still thinking hoping to be reunited along with her daughter all over again.
By Syed Mohiuddin3 years ago in Horror
The Portal. Top Story - September 2023. Content Warning.
Part 1 “Papa?” Asha St. George called from within a crumbling old barn, hoping she heard her father’s footsteps outside. At the end of a crooked trail in dark woods, the barn beneath a yellow moon seemed no more than the abandoned monument of a forgotten era. If you looked close, you knew it was not empty and held more than scampering rats and spiders busy spinning webs.
By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER3 years ago in Horror
Fibers
It is the last Thursday before Christmas, and tonight, we shall see who will still be here come then. Frau Perchta will come, a witch of cleanliness that chooses our fates each winter. The things which we can do to please her are to have all of our fiber spinning finished before year’s end, and a spotless home and porridge when she arrives.
By S. C. Almanzar3 years ago in Horror
The Vanishing Act. Content Warning.
Detective Sarah Williams peered at the old Victorian house from her unmarked police car. It stood at the end of a quiet, tree-lined street, shrouded in an eerie mist. The place had a reputation for being haunted, but that wasn't what had brought her here.
By siva kumar3 years ago in Horror
A Duel with Hypn-a-gogic
I was in my room, in Mbise a not so remote African not rally a village, nestled beneath the sprawling canopy of ancient trees, I had never experienced a night of terror like that night. The air was supposed to be thick with the fragrance of blooming flora, and the distant chirping of nocturnal creatures should serenade the night. Yet, an ominous unease hung in the atmosphere, maybe foreshadowing the horrors that would soon unfold in the twisted corridors of my dreams or probably I was already living the nightmare .
By Emmanuel ADEKUNLE3 years ago in Horror
Wraithmoor Haunting Shadows
Once upon a bone-chilling autumn night, deep within the heart of a city named Eldertown, a spine-tingling legend whispered its sinister secrets through dimly lit alleyways and lingered in the minds of its terrified inhabitants. They shared hushed stories about a place known as the "Wraithmoor Mansion." This imposing edifice, wrapped in a perpetual shroud of mist, loomed at the city's outskirts like a cursed relic from a forgotten era. Inside its eerie walls, a supernatural horror awaited those brave or foolish enough to enter. The eerie tale of Wraithmoor Mansion traced back to the early 19th century when it was constructed by a reclusive and enigmatic inventor named Ambrose Wraithmoor. Ambrose was rumored to possess an insatiable hunger for forbidden knowledge, plunging recklessly into the darkest abysses of the arcane. His experiments took a malevolent turn, spawning whispers of his unholy pact with an otherworldly entity. Locals muttered about unholy rituals held within the mansion's concealed chambers, where the line between the living and the dead blurred ominously. The citizens of Eldertown, gripped by fear, eventually united against Ambrose Wraithmoor. On a fateful night, they stormed the mansion, determined to end his reign of terror. The confrontation that ensued was nothing short of nightmarish. As the frenzied mob invaded the mansion, a cacophony of blood-curdling screams and eerie laughter filled the air. Shadows danced in unnatural patterns, and the very walls appeared to breathe. Some swore they glimpsed grotesque, wraith-like apparitions that whispered promises of eternal life. Driven to the brink of madness, the determined mob battled their way through the spectral horrors that infested the mansion. In its heart, they found Ambrose Wraithmoor himself, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly light, standing before a ghastly portal to another realm. Fueled by desperation, they overwhelmed Ambrose and forced him into the malevolent portal. With a deafening roar, the portal slammed shut, devouring Ambrose and imprisoning the mansion's dark secrets within its sinister walls. The mansion was forsaken, and an eerie curse seemed to settle over Eldertown. Locals claimed they heard faint cries and the anguished wails of souls trapped in limbo. The mansion itself crumbled and decayed, its haunting legend growing with each passing year. Fast forward to the present day, and a group of thrill-seekers and paranormal investigators, including the fearless journalist Sarah Thornton, resolved to confront the mystery of Wraithmoor Mansion. Sarah assembled a team of experts in the occult, a medium, and a historian to assist her in the expedition. As they ventured into the mansion's overgrown garden, an oppressive heaviness enveloped them, as if the very atmosphere conspired to suffocate their courage. The mansion's foreboding walls loomed before them, casting long, ominous shadows. Sarah led the way, her heart pounding with a potent mix of excitement and trepidation. Inside the mansion, they discovered rooms suspended in time, their contents shrouded in layers of dust and decay. Amelia, the medium, quivered as she sensed the lingering presence of restless spirits. Professor Alan Crane, the historian, began unraveling the mansion's grim history. Soon enough, they stumbled upon a hidden chamber, concealed for decades. Within, they unearthed a cryptic journal, its pages adorned with mysterious symbols and incantations. As they deciphered its contents, they realized it was Ambrose Wraithmoor's journal—a chilling testament to his descent into madness and his desperate quest to return from an abyss beyond. The mansion itself seemed to awaken, its walls groaning and the air turning icy. Shadows slithered across the floor, coalescing into grotesque and twisted forms. Sarah and her team found themselves trapped in a nightmarish realm, a place where the boundary between life and death blurred ominously. In a heart-stopping climax, the spectral figure of Ambrose Wraithmoor emerged, his hollow eyes boring into Sarah's soul as he whispered forbidden secrets and offered promises of unimaginable power. The room resounded with a nightmarish chorus of screams and unearthly laughter. Desperate to escape the mansion's malevolent grip, Sarah and her team recited an incantation from the journal, hoping to seal the portal and banish the malevolent spirit. The room convulsed, a vortex of darkness spiraling around them. In an instant, the mansion fell silent, and they found themselves outside, the mansion reduced to a crumbling ruin. They had survived, but the harrowing horrors they had witnessed would forever haunt their dreams. The legend of Wraithmoor Mansion endured, its dark secrets awaiting the next generation of seekers. Eldertown remained a place where the living and the dead coexisted, a chilling reminder of the consequences of meddling with the supernatural. As for Sarah Thornton and her team, they emerged forever changed, their encounter with the otherworldly etched into their souls—a grim testament to the enduring power of urban legends and the unspeakable horrors lurking in the shadowy corners of our world.
By Shidhartha Howlader3 years ago in Horror
Grandma Always Said that Grandpa Wasn't Right
I’ve been taking care of my grandma lately. She’s been doing pretty bad and she needs someone there to help her almost twenty-four-seven. She’s got some kind of bone disease, it's basically turning her bones into Swiss cheese, and I’ve had to carry her to the bathroom and room to room for the past two weeks. This might seem kind of tiresome to some people, but I’m glad to do it. My Grandma and I have always been close, she basically raised me since my mother was never at home. If I can give back to her now, I consider it fair.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Enigma of Area 51: Secrets in the Nevada Desert
In the dark of night in the Nevada desert, Area 51 stood as the guardian of all the mysteries it held within. This environment had always been the center of global attention, associated with conspiracies, secret experiments, and towering supernatural activities.
By Adrian Wordsmith3 years ago in Horror
The Journey Back from Loss
In the deep and mysterious waters of the Bermuda Triangle, there's a chilling tale told by fishermen and sailors alike. It's a tale of ships and aircraft vanishing without a trace, disappearing into the unknown. Yet, there's one story that's different, one narrative that makes people wonder if it's truly impossible to return from the vanishing act in the Bermuda Triangle.
By Adrian Wordsmith3 years ago in Horror
