supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The cursed Busby chair of death
You walk into a pub called The Busby Stoop Inn in North Yorkshire, England and see a wooden chair sitting in the corner. It looks like an average chair. There isn’t anything special about it. But you are in a pub and in need of a beer. Since all the other chairs are taken, you decide to sit in this lone empty chair. However, before you sit down, the bartender becomes unhinged.
By Marc Hoover4 years ago in Horror
The love spell
Today i will be telling a real event story that happened to me two years back. A Romantic yet horrifying story. It was a normal day,just like any other . My Ex (john) and I would hang out as usual ,share a romantic moment then we’d go back to our houses. We were truly in love , or at least thats what i thought. As the days passed I noticed john getting more and more distant and i couldn’t understand why. I decided it was time for a serious talk with him given that I had always remained consistent to him and gave him my all. We sat and talked and he confessed to having feelings towards someone else and decided we should break up.Like the toxic person that I was I decided to threatnen him by saying (You will be back one way or another because I say so)and walked away. Of course he didnt know what i had meant by that but I did.
By fernanda maya4 years ago in Horror
Lost but not forgotten
I have always had a love for buildings that have been lost or forgotten, but when my husband took me to this location I fell in love. As you walk around this large breathtaking site you can see and understand what the workers had to do daily to run this beautiful plant out of Pedro, Ohio. This stunning worksite is stretched out across 7,500 acres and everywhere you look you can see some part of the old factory. In 1986 the plant was closed down due to some labor disputes against the site. Many have made claims since then for years this location was not only ran-down but full of it's lost workers who have passed and still walked the grounds in which they worked their daily work shifts. There has also been those whose life was taken on the site itself. These lives are not only of those who worked here but those of the area who had their life taken. An offset feeling will take over you, as you step into these large towering buildings. The feelings of sadness and playfulness take over, yet there is a little bit of a scary feeling to the site due to the stories surround the site; as well, there is no lighting within the towers. This site is very large this is just one of the three towers in which you can walk into. The walls are covered with tags and paintings of those who came and wanted to be known for their visits. Rusted metal and broken cement shafts that helped its workers mixed what they are told to do daily cover the grounds, alongside overgrowth eating up the towers like a hungry child would eat up their lunch. It is stunning and beautiful how what is lost or forgotten can truly be. Or is it really forgotten at all?
By JESSICA HICKS4 years ago in Horror
Black Magic
Black magic is simply just a definition of magic. Magic is magic. That’s it. That’s all. People are people. Now, there are good people and there are bad people. There is good magic and there is bad magic. The magic that is referred to throughout this story is one of black magic. Black magic is defined by the summoning of a demonic entity or a negative energy to bring forth a demonic result. An example of this would be an individual using communication with something of that sorts to bring harm to someone else or to bring forth a negative situation. Now, it may not always be for a negative result. You often hear about people selling their souls to the devil or spirits. There are many people who work where they give offerings of blood, hair, or some form of DNA to a demon in return of what they want. That is still black magic. I could easily tell the history behind black magic. However, today I will be telling you the experience of a little girl I knew, named Emilia and her mother, with black magic.
By Salem Rosé4 years ago in Horror
The Hum
It was getting dark in the small town located in the southern part of the mountain. Not a soul appeared in the few paved streets. It was time to rest and prepare for the next day. Slowly, the sky began to light up with the millions of stars, which together with the moon, covered everything in a beautiful pleated tone.
By Patricia Pixie4 years ago in Horror
Grandma lost her mind.
Sometimes I wonder if staying up late to watch horror movies is a bad thing. This may sound like a cliché because when I do, I end up having to turn the hall light or bathroom light on, that way I’ll be able to fall asleep. Sometimes nightmares feel really in so many ways. The one thing I hate about nightmares is that when I do wake up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare then fall asleep, instead of going into a different dream, the nightmare just continues where it had left off.
By Jen Phillips4 years ago in Horror
Primal Perspective
Kyle James was running from bullies. As per usual. He had actually begun to worry that his team of tormentors had forgotten about him when he passed them on his way to 7-Eleven and the leader, Johnny, had promptly led an attack. It was nice to be cared about. Kyle was glad that he’d been running from bullies for about twelve of his seventeen years, so it was more of an annoyance now than an actual threat. It also helped that his bearers of misery had repeatedly changed over the years, and they were typically nowhere near as fast as him.
By Riley Julian Minnich4 years ago in Horror
Dead Girls Never Tell
Dead Girls Never Cry As the needle pierced the skin, that was the beginning, addicted to the needle, than I push the junk into my vein and it's fireworks. Something close to stardust. Something magical. Well, that's how it made me feel. Like I was connecting with god, dancing with the witches that we didn't manage to burn. But all this happened while I was flat on my back on a dirty old mattress, the needle still sticking out of my arm.
By Lisa Russell4 years ago in Horror
Say Her Name
I didn’t feel like drinking with my friends tonight. I’m just sitting at the bar, watching Joel and George, twins, take back the Monday night special; one beer and one shot for $5. Hennesey’s is always the Monday night spot us college kids to rush to, despite having 8 AM’s, well in my case, 9:30’s. The bar is starting to swelter with the heat of so many bodies crammed inside, and the music pounding in my ears won’t allow any fantasies to get my mind off of her.
By Rachel Jacobs4 years ago in Horror