supernatural

The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.

Buck's Birthday Weekend
I was on my way to visit my hometown for my friend Buck's birthday when I pulled off the interstate deciding to take the scenic route and hopefully find a sub shop that looked good in one of the small towns I'd pass through. I was in no hurry to get there so it seemed like the perfect chance to do something like this. After all, I had several hours before meeting Buck and his wife, Sam.
By Gregory Dilcox5 years ago in Horror
An Atheist's Exorcism
The first thing I heard was a rattle. No, more like a roar. It was deafening, like my head was inside a jet engine, the kind of sound that stops your heart, punches your gut. It wasn’t just in my ears, but in my entire body. It was in my chattering teeth, in my balled-up fists. It was in my chest which burned like I’d swallowed the sun. It moved me, jolted me like Frankenstein’s monster. I was alive, although it dawned on me that I might possibly be dying.
By Nathan Leon Rodriguez5 years ago in Horror
STRANDED
It's coming DOWN. Snow accumulates inch by inch every other hour. A typical nor'easter around these parts of New England. A frustrated man walks towards his car. His name is EDDIE, late twenties, black. Eddie leaves a construction site early in New Hampshire. Preparing himself to make that drive back home to Boston in these soon to be challenging conditions.
By Ace Howell5 years ago in Horror
An interview
Standing nervously in front of a black wooden door, K stares at the a bronze lion head shaped door knocker, the afternoon sun made it glittering as gold, but the hollowed eyes give the creature a soulless display. Suddenly K feels an impermeable chill zip through his spine, shivering involuntarily, he quickly gripped the ring that dangles from the lion’s mouth. (knock, knock, knock).
By Liu5 years ago in Horror
Eigengrau
“Books don’t have anything to offer girls like us, Fern,” her mom had always said, buried behind knitting needles or the fashion magazines she got delivered once a month.
By Violet Tsal5 years ago in Horror
Between Life and Death
Between Life and Death Do you hear them? Clapping and cheering for her. Her loved ones look so happy as she stands on stage with her long locks and beautiful orange sun dress that compliments her dark complexion. She’s happy too, sort of. She just won a $20,000 scholarship graduating with a 4.2 GPA. She’s proud of myself honestly. She’ll be even happier when she’s off of the stage. A thank you speech shouldn’t last this long anyway. She gets off the stage and walks to her friend’s table.
By Brianna Bowens5 years ago in Horror
Foretold
*Knock *Knock *Knock ... *knock *Knock *Knock "Hello?! Is anybody there?!" The man was standing outside of an old antique store. It was dark, the streets were empty, and a warm wind loomed in the air. He was told to by a mysterious woman to retrieve and bring a special item requested of him at this location at 8:30 P.M., on the day of the Summer Solstice. It was already long past the meeting time, but there had been no sign of anyone in the shop keep. The man's patience began to wane.
By Nicholas j Myers5 years ago in Horror
Favor for a Favor
` Favor for a Favor written Mary lay next to me in bed. She was so beautiful. I opened my eyes and checked the time. Shit, it was 10:40 p.m.! I needed to get home.
By rodney funches5 years ago in Horror
Over the Ridge
OVER THE RIDGE WRITTEN BY LUKE KRUGER-AIMONE A gleeful laugh echoed across Breakneck Bluff. June made effortless leaps down the rocky mountain path, her brother’s pleas a mere afterthought. If he were to fall and kill himself, that would be on him. No, there was no one who would keep her from reaching that river at the bottom, shimmering like fiery diamonds in the twilight.
By Luke X.O5 years ago in Horror
The Devil In The Details
Her fingers were numb with panic as she fumbled with the locks on the door. She felt her heart rattling in her ribcage as the blood struggled to reach her extremities. Her skin had already started to blister and crack. Time was running out. The door was three inches thick and made of solid timber. It had four metal bolts and a state-of-the-art lock that a greasy salesperson with a moustache had assured her was ‘unpickable’. She leaned against the door and rattled the handle as if checking to see that it was genuinely there. She had begun to rent the tiny flat less than the month ago. A safehouse. It was cramped, the kind of place that should’ve been described as cosy but the whole room was rank with cold, the only feature of note was a huge oak desk. Shivering she tried to catch her breath, as she crossed the small room, Crouched down and touched her hands to the bitterly cool metal of a safe. The textured dial spun neatly beneath her fingers. From the safe she retrieved a Ruger LC pistol, a bottle of Jameson whisky, and a small, black, leather book. She placed the whiskey and book on the table and checked the gun. Seven bullets sat in the magazine and one in the chamber. She placed the gun on the desk and after a greedy yet much needed swig from the bottle, she began to push the heavy desk towards the door. The book began to shake as the desk vibrated. The smell of age clung to its thick black binding, the grain of the leather sat deep and speckled, the dead cells of some unfortunate creature now a pleasing pattern for the eye.
By Gabeicus5 years ago in Horror
Sketchbook
He didn’t have any definitive evidence however he knew the tree moved. It was not possible for a tree that stood over two stories high and having a base more than four feet in diameter to move however this one did. Since moving into the farmhouse a week ago every afternoon he sat on the back porch and sketched the entrance to the forest in his Moleskine sketch pad. Stephen now reviewing his sketch would say with some confidence that the tree moved precisely four feet to it’s right. Prone to fantastical thought he hesitated to tell his wife and once he saw her reaction, he immediately wished he hadn’t. Without words he could hear the word relapse come from her. She was always supportive and understanding of his fluctuating mental health, it’s why they moved away from the city with the hope that the new scenery would help alleviate some of the stress and allow him to focus on finally getting his anxiety and delusions under control.
By Jason Fischer5 years ago in Horror
Words Like Wildfire
It wasn't until she had run several miles in the opposite direction of her front door that Serenity finally felt the release of one of the threads of tension strung across her chest; the only problem was, it felt like there were a thousand more still holding strong. God, she wanted to scream. But she knew this town and its inhabitants all too well. The judgment and gossip that would follow would be insufferable.
By Kori Tarkon5 years ago in Horror