supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
John Fall in Dark
Once upon a time, in a small, sleepy town nestled in the heart of a dense forest, there lived a young man named John. He was an adventurous soul, always seeking excitement and thrill. One fateful evening, John found himself wandering deep into the heart of the forest, enticed by a mysterious tale he had heard from the locals.
By Thivakar Komaleswaran3 years ago in Horror
Revenge of the Filth With No Backup. Top Story - September 2023.
The problem is the dirty ones. At beginnings, they flash-smile out and exude innocence, shining necessary practicality. And I fall for it. A classic dependable mark every time. For a moment my mind conjures options—all of them delicious—ruined by the sea of obviously not clean dishes on not just one counter but every counter space stretched out in front of me to infinity.
By The Dani Writer3 years ago in Horror
True Asia's ghost stories
Working as a nurse is undeniably one of the most challenging occupations I have ever experienced. It consistently puts my patience and endurance to the test. While handling sick patients poses its own difficulties, encountering the supernatural is an unforgettable encounter. I began my usual night shift routine by visiting my ward to ensure the patients were asleep or if they required any assistance. Upon entering a separate area, I noticed that the room was nearly empty, saved for an elderly man peacefully sleeping in the corner. Everything seemed fine until approximately 3:35 am when I suddenly heard a faint laughter coming from outside the room. Though barely audible, I was almost certain it originated from a child. However, considering the fact that the floor I work on does not accommodate children and lacks the necessary facilities to treat them, I was instantly filled with unease. Despite not being able to hear it clearly, I could unmistakably identify the laughter as that of a child.The incident abruptly ended, leading me to believe it was over. As I ventured into the hallway adjacent to the wards, I suddenly heard laughter again. This time, however, the laughter was accompanied by the sound of footsteps, almost as if someone was running around. Frightened by what I heard, I instinctively ran to the opposite end of the hallway. In my panic, I accidentally collided with a colleague. Curious about her destination, I inquired where she was headed. She informed me that she was going downstairs to a nearby convenience store. Intrigued, I decided to follow her and we took the elevator down. Noticing my rapid breathing, she asked what was wrong. I explained that I had heard a child's laughter outside the wards. She shared that the wards used to accommodate child patients in the past, suggesting that it might have been what I heard. As the remainder of my shift passed and the clock struck 5:30 am, some patients began to awaken gradually. With time, the feeling of fear diminished.
By Wong Shahrul3 years ago in Horror
"Echoes of the Forgotten: Unmasking Shadowbrooke Estate's Enigmatic Curse"
Nestled deep within the impenetrable woods, the elusive village of Shadowbrooke concealed a dark and enigmatic secret—a decaying manor known as Shadowbrooke Estate. This crumbling relic from a forgotten era cast a perpetual shroud of mystery over the entire community. Its ivy-covered turrets and windows, veiled by an eternal fog, whispered tales of unspeakable horrors to those who dared to gaze upon them. Whispers, like tendrils of smoke, wove their way through the village, carrying with them eerie legends and chilling accounts of unexplained phenomena. The heart of these rumors lay in the curse of the Thistledownes, a lineage whose name sent shivers down the spines of locals. The Thistledownes, it was said, had once inhabited Shadowbrooke Estate, and their doom had birthed malevolent spirits that still roamed the mansion's haunted halls, seeking retribution for a sin buried in the annals of time. On a somber October evening, a group of adventurers, driven by the allure of viral content and a thirst for unraveling the mysteries of Shadowbrooke Estate, embarked on an expedition. Among them was Azura, an intrepid blogger with a penchant for the supernatural, and her tech-savvy companion, Percival. Their mission: to capture the elusive essence of this paranormal enigma and reveal the hidden truths veiled in legend. As they approached the looming manor, the moonlight struggled to pierce through the thick fog, casting eerie silhouettes on the overgrown path leading to the front door. The air grew colder, and their breaths formed ephemeral wisps as they ventured into the enigma that awaited them. Inside, the atmosphere was dense with the scent of decay and abandonment. Cobwebs adorned the ornate chandeliers, and portraits, their subjects bearing timeless gazes, lined the walls like silent witnesses. Azura's camera hummed to life, capturing the uncanny ambiance that clung to the air. Room by room, they ventured further into the abyss, each chamber a testament to the mansion's grim history. In the grand dining hall, they encountered a table frozen in time, bearing a decaying feast—a grotesque tableau of forgotten opulence. In the labyrinthine library, Percival stumbled upon a cryptic journal, its pages whispering of arcane rituals and desperate summonings from realms beyond. As they delved deeper into the manor, an unsettling presence grew palpable. Uncanny noises echoed through the corridors, and chilling drafts whispered haunting tales of torment. Azura's camera became a conduit for the inexplicable: levitating objects, ethereal shadows, and spectral voices that sent shivers coursing down their spines. Their journey led them to the attic, the epicenter of the Thistledowne saga. There, they encountered a door adorned with cryptic symbols and ancient inscriptions, its secrets beckoning them forth. Driven by an insatiable hunger for revelation, they forced the door ajar, revealing a chamber bathed in an eerie crimson glow. Before them stood a grotesque altar, adorned with arcane relics—a shrine to the enigma that had plagued Shadowbrooke Estate for centuries. As Azura and Percival inched closer, an icy, disembodied voice filled the room, echoing from the depths of eternity. "You trespass upon sacred ground," it hissed, sending shockwaves of dread through the intrepid explorers. A swirling vortex materialized before them, taking shape as Alaric Thistledowne, the patriarch of the cursed lineage. Alaric bore the weight of an ancient truth—the Thistledownes had been unjustly accused of dark sorcery, condemned to oblivion by villagers gripped by irrational fear of their esoteric knowledge. In their final moments, they had summoned eldritch forces to exact vengeance, binding their anguished spirits to Shadowbrooke Estate for all time. Desperation gripped Alaric as he implored the adventurers to undo the curse. The group hesitated, torn between the allure of viral fame and the ethical quandary of setting tortured souls free. Yet, as malevolent energies surged, they made their choice. Azura and Percival began to recite an incantation, their voices trembling with a potent mix of fear and determination. The room convulsed, and tormented spirits howled in anguish. Darkness thickened in the air, and the vortex pulsed with an otherworldly light. Just as it seemed they would be consumed by the malevolent forces, a blinding burst of radiance enveloped them. When they regained their senses, they found themselves outside Shadowbrooke Estate, now cloaked in an impenetrable shroud of darkness. The curse had been broken, yet the mansion remained forever sealed—a monument to the terrors that had transpired within. As Azura and Percival reviewed their footage, they knew they had captured something extraordinary. Their exposé, "Eternal Secrets Unveiled: The Enigmatic Saga of Shadowbrooke Estate," captivated a global audience overnight. The chilling chronicle of their encounter with the Thistledowne spirits and the enigmatic footage they had documented left viewers enthralled. Yet, concealed beneath their narrative was a haunting truth—the disquieting sensation that lingered since their escape. A gnawing suspicion that the spirits of Shadowbrooke Estate had not truly been vanquished. As they drove away, they could not shake the eerie notion that the malevolence they had unchained had found a new vessel to possess.
By Shidhartha Howlader3 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Hollow Manor. Content Warning.
The wind whispered through the gnarled branches of the ancient oaks that surrounded Hollow Manor, carrying with it a sense of foreboding. The mansion stood alone, a formidable structure that seemed to grow out of the earth itself. For generations, tales of death and despair had clung to its weathered stones, a malevolent history that refused to be forgotten.
By Nishank Koul3 years ago in Horror
The Sunniest Blood-Filled Day. Content Warning.
People have often wondered why I wake up so tired. How could bad dreams affect my life so much? Well... this is one of those 'bad dreams.' I dream in vivid colors. I remember details, terrifying details when I wake up. Sometimes, I cry. Today was one of them. So here you go. Enjoy my bad dreams, just one of them, that I have every night of my life.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Horror
where there is a significant age difference between the characters
Emily sat alone at the corner table of a cozy café, her hazel eyes scanning the room in search of a familiar face. She nervously fiddled with the edge of her coffee cup, her heart racing in anticipation. Today was the day she was meeting Daniel, the man she had fallen deeply in love with, despite the significant age difference that separated them.
By Sarav Saravanan3 years ago in Horror
The Murmuring Shadows
In the little, failed to remember town of Blackwood, settled profound inside the core of the thick Appalachian backwoods, a chilling story was murmured among its couple of outstanding occupants. They discussed the scary woods that encompassed their homes and the haziness that hid inside.
By Francis Ukachukwu3 years ago in Horror
