supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Overnight
“This is AT in the AM and you were just listening to Living on the Edge by Aerosmith. Speaking of the edge, what’s really out there? Virginia is one of the nation's most haunted states and we want to hear your stories. Have you had an experience that pushes the realm of reality? It’s just hitting 2:00 AM and we will start our search for the truth with your calls. Up next is Chopin’s Nocturne in C Minor.”
Jonathan RyderPublished 4 years ago in HorrorMy Salem Tarot Reading 2019
In the spirit of everything spooky I thought it would be fun to share my tarot card reading experience in Salem, Massachusetts. Last Halloween my family and I took a trip to Salem to enjoy the festivities. I decided beforehand that I was going to get a reading so I did some research and read reviews on the area shops prior to my trip. Personally I have a lot of knowledge about the tarot and have read cards for years but there is nothing like having another person doing the reading for you. Ultimately after scouting out the various merchants my intuition led me to a place called Fatima’s Psychic Studio.
Marilyn GloverPublished 4 years ago in HorrorLoose Ends
Where is that damn ring? I can’t believe that after all of this, I can’t find my wedding ring, Roland thought. What’s the big deal? I mean, what difference does it make? Everyone knows how much 'I loved her' and how much 'I am going to miss her'. So what if they don’t see me wearing my ring.
Mike RembaczPublished 4 years ago in HorrorGraveyard Walk
There wasn’t anything Henry liked about his new school. The classes were dumb. The teachers were dumb. The kids were dumb. And that’s why Henry always took the shortcut home. And he always walked alone.
Mike BarzacchiniPublished 4 years ago in HorrorLiving Darkness
I opened my eyes to see nothing but darkness. I held up my hand to see if it was there. No matter how close I felt myself holding it to my face, I couldn't see it. Laying on the floor, I stared up into the pitch black.
Lead Us Into Temptation
Shiloh was dangerously close to hyperventilating. The staggered gasps were nearly louder than the stumbling, wobbly sprint down the dark hallway of the abandoned home. Glancing back briefly over her shoulder, she almost slipped on an accent rug casually placed at the clawed feet of a table placed before the giant window- the fork in the road, as it were; head swinging wildly back and forth in indecision, the light from a candle in a window just to the left glinted off the blood on the slips of skin bared in the gashes of her sweater, and off the face of a very old-fashioned wristwatch.
Delise FantomePublished 4 years ago in HorrorThe Rocking Chair
The Rocking Chair Inspired by real Events I was 19 years old when I got my first apartment. I was in my second trimester of pregnancy both nervous and excited as I was very young and inexperienced in the world. My place was a small first floor unit in a commercial building with one other apartment on the second floor. The remainder of the space was home to a used car dealership. There was no yard just a lot with second hand cars for sale.
Marilyn GloverPublished 4 years ago in HorrorCome Home
“Thank you,” Megan reached out for the hot tea her sister had mad with cold hands. The summer heat still lingered, but the autumn leaves blew in the chilly wind. Megan took a sip to warm insides snuggling deeper in her sweatshirt.
Adrienne WillowsPublished 4 years ago in HorrorThe Student
Being a teacher was not my first choice for a career. After college, I struggled to find the career I wanted. My whole life I wanted to be a writer. I was starting to find out just how difficult starting a career as a writer really was. So, after weighing my options, I decided to put writing on the back burner and pursue a career in education.
Brandon ChristianPublished 4 years ago in HorrorThe Frozen Lovers
A few days before Christmas 1850, a small boat dropped anchor off Jameson’s Point near Rockland, Maine. The captain was not on board; rumor had it that he had gone ashore for a drink, and not his first, and that the schooner’s owners had fired him for his hard-drinking ways. Whatever the reason, the boat was lacking a captain.
Sylvia ShultsPublished 4 years ago in HorrorGuides in the Snow
It was just a couple days before Christmas, 1860. Dr. John O’Brien, a country doctor practicing in rural Missouri, had just sat down to supper with his wife, Elizabeth. The meal Elizabeth had made was perfect fare for a cold, blustery winter’s night—hot fried chicken, buttery mashed potatoes, and bread fresh out of the oven. But Dr. O’Brien could only pick at his food.
Sylvia ShultsPublished 4 years ago in HorrorThe Name of the Job
His hands shake as he reaches for the glass bottle. Auburn looking liquid splashes around, hypnotizing him with its circular motions. Ringing sounds in his ear as the horrid sounds of screaming, crying, and eventual death flood his memory like a slasher movie stays with you. A chill passes through him as he twists the cap off and takes a swig of his whiskey. That’s when the ringing stops, the crying fades, and a voice one single voice comes into clarity.
Katelyn DonerPublished 4 years ago in Horror