supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Tree Spirit
The Ho-Chunk, or Hočągara, were a Siouan-speaking Native American people who considered all trees to be shrines. Animist druids also recognized the spirit of all things. Many cultures believed that spirits and ghosts used trees as a temporary dwelling while on Earth.
By Daniel Figueroa4 years ago in Horror
An Attachment
The deadline was looming and the cell phone displayed 2:00am. The final budget analysis had to be completed within the next six hours or additional project funding couldn't be extended until the following quarter. As the newly hired operations manager, Ryan needed to get this daunting task completed without flaws. Even the fourth cup of piping hot coffee wasn't doing enough for him.
By MICHELLE SHAAY 4 years ago in Horror
The Hug From a Demon
I was 22 years old, when I experienced what it was like to come face to face with my greatest fear. My fear of an evil, dark entity. A demon, evil spirit. You can call it whatever you like. Before my experience of which I am about to tell you, I didn't believe in spirits or ghosts. I knew of it, but didn't have any intention to give attention to it. Until,...I did. It started as incident as watching Markiplier on his series of playing this game, called Outlast 2. It had 9 parts, 40 minutes long each. I started watching it from 8am until the next morning of 2am. But, what I wasn't expecting was that I was going experience my truest nightmare come to life...
By Angela Ketelhut4 years ago in Horror
Dear Diary
28th August, 1996 Hi, my name is V! Short for Victoria. I’m 8 years old. I got a new home today and my own room. I now live at 2158 Logan Drive with my mom, my dad, my sister, my dog Perro and my new friends Johnny Way, Elizabeth, Zara, and Keisha, and now you Diary! I’m in the second grade. I love to play with my barbies and play soccer. My favorite color is red. My favorite food is my mom’s spaghetti and meatballs. YUMMY! My mom says it's time for bed. Goodnight Diary! I can’t wait to talk to you again tomorrow.
By Semone James4 years ago in Horror
Milk
“Mary Ellen, Lillian, ya’ll take the milk up the hill to the Emmitts. Be back before dark.” The young girls, eight and seven, always loved this time of day. The elderly couple loved their visits as well. In the height of the Great Depression, it was a blessing to have a cow that gave more than enough milk for a small family and it was a blessing to the old couple on the hill to have a neighbor that owned such a cow.
By Grant Whitehurst4 years ago in Horror
Switch
Over the way, in the giant concrete block of flats that make up Bailey Court, there is a little light that comes on at 1.15am, every single morning. It looks like a little candle, standing in the window, and the flame burns brightly in the darkness of the night. I see it as I get myself a drink of whiskey with ice, the same as every night.
By Karen Cave4 years ago in Horror
Footprints in the Snow
It was a cold winter afternoon early in the last century. A mother huddled in her cabin on the west fork of the Little Pigeon River in Tennessee. She held two of her children in a tight embrace … but one was missing. Her two-year-old son had wandered away from the cabin earlier that day. Since then, the temperature had been falling steadily, along with a heavy snow.
By Sylvia Shults4 years ago in Horror
Body Snatchers
A lot of people had died in this house. It was part of its charm. Countless horrible, gruesome stories blanketed Valeswyn House‘s history in a marred and hungry darkness. It was a soul pit down which many lives had tumbled to feed the House’s insatiable needs, and yet always more souls would swagger up its drive like sheep to slaughter - hungering for their own desires; to chase Death, to cheat it, to dance on the precipice and hope for a glimpse or breath of the afterlife - but what I witnessed of my friend’s undoing was a fate far worse than death.
By Jack Wilson4 years ago in Horror