supernatural

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

Children of the Prophecy: Prologue
There was a young girl among the branches high in a forest. This girl had a large pointed nose, and piercing dark blue eyes, so dark they were almost black. She was clad in tight fuchsia silk-like pants with a matching silk-like robe on top. The sleeves and back of the robe trailed behind her as she effortlessly glided from one branch to the next. On her head, she had a matching headband keeping her long mane of golden brown hair back. On that headband was a white heart surrounded by the talon marks of an owl. She was only eight summers of age and was off doing her chores. Winter was approaching, and she and her brother needed to gather food for the upcoming months. Attached to her back was a large woven pouch that contained some nuts and fruit. She needed to fill the pouch that day; she was in an area of the forest that she hadn't been before. So she climbed and jumped to the top of the tallest tree, to look around... and found something. The edge of the forest. And something even weirder past the edge. She needed her brother to see this.
By Ben Ray 5 years ago in Horror
The Hunting Party
The Wolf of Normandy you’ve heard so much about was John Turner. He was born in Ireland, not France. He was not born in 1975. He was born much earlier. He was a much older man than you have all been led to believe. You see I know all about the man and how he changed the world. The myths told about him are mostly untrue. You see I knew him better than most, John Turner was my father.
By Tom Brad5 years ago in Horror
Safe and Sound
I work in a nursing home as an admissions coordinator. I give tours and help residents move into the facility when they’re no longer safe at home. I tell their families they’ll be safe and sound here at Covington Hills—loved and cared for. Up until now, I would have said that was true. But my residents were dying, and not from natural causes. Of that I am sure.
By Becks Byrne5 years ago in Horror
Untitled
Part One I love their pain. Their screams sound like music in my ears. Their terror tastes sweet, rich with life. All that too short, pathetic life. Their lives are nothing but a waste, only spanning 70 or 80 years, never amounting to much more than simple reproduction, creating more wasted lives. But their pain and terror… Their fear explodes through my senses like a ripe blackberry on my tongue. Their broken screams that rip their own throats is beyond music. Their torn, mutilated flesh sends a thrill through me, even at the thought. Their dying pain is beautiful and delicious.
By Emery Pine5 years ago in Horror
The Witches of Wizards Alton
Like most English counties, Stiltshire has had its fair share of witches, wise women, warlocks and various persons of pagan interests. Stiltshire folk over the centuries have been generally tolerant of such people, believing them to be at best purveyors of an ancient craft of healing and miracle working, and at worst harmless eccentrics. In the days of the witch hunts the county came under scrutiny and at first roused the interest of the witchfinders. In many a tavern could be found people who, on being plied with a few quarts or slipped the odd shilling, could be relied upon to recount lurid tales of child sacrifice, of flying broomsticks, or of elderly women indulging in unnatural practices with black cats or, more usually (this being Stiltshire), black pigs. However, on closer examination, the alleged perpetrators of these acts invariably proved to be strangers whom no-one could identify, victims’ names were curiously absent from parish registers and the secret glade in the middle of the forest always turned out to be one of a dozen such clearings, each with a blasted elm or a prominent ring of mushrooms. In the end the inquisitors, faced with this lack of hard evidence even by their standards, and increasingly out of pocket, turned their attention to other regions where the locals were more willing to betray their neighbours for the price of a pint or two.
By Tony Nunn5 years ago in Horror
To End it All
Below the surface, a pillar of light looms over a stone domed chamber with large stone throne-like chairs, seven in total, sit around the pillar of light. One by one, figures dressed in long white robes took their seats. As the last one took their seat, the pillar of light began to radiate a glow that brightened the whole room and a voice rang out throughout the chamber.
By Kyle Hummel5 years ago in Horror
Bush Predators
Pop awkwardly hauled himself onto the ute's tray. Tilly went to offer a hand but as usual he shooed her away claiming, "I'm not that bloody old yet!" He stood for a moment, triumphant of his efforts, before easing himself into the old lounge chair that she had secured to the tray's bar for them.
By Amanda Mara5 years ago in Horror
Grimoire of Adair Jones
02/06 Thank you my past self for choosing only afternoon lectures on Monday. Well, the best-case scenario would be not having any classes on Monday, but it’s better than having an 8 am lecture. After all my classes were done, I tried to get some study done in the library with my friends, but as usual, it wasn’t the most productive study session. Even when I got back home, I barely made any progress on my assignments. Well, I guess I could have gotten a lot more done if I didn’t watch Netflix after dinner. But also, I kept getting side-tracked while I was working on my assignment.
By Kureha Durant5 years ago in Horror
This must be Heaven
“Ah, this must be Heaven,” I say, as I suddenly wake up. I do not know where those words came from. I do not remember much, just that I must be in a very nice place. I stand in a long corridor, with hundreds of people in front of me, possibly thousands, with many more behind me. I can see what lies ahead though. A grand exit of ancient Roman architecture is erected at the end of the marble pathway. Beyond that gateway lies another world. A large grassy field, with a clear sunny sky just up ahead. Although strangely, the grass and sky are grey, while the sun is a deep red. I get closer to the exit.
By Jared J5 years ago in Horror
A Vampire Story
We Have Gone Too Far By John W. Gilmore He spoke into his throw away Tract phone. "I can't wait until I'm in the right mindset to start writing this book, Brenda. That's never going to happen again! The vampires have shaken my world to pieces the same way they have yours. When that happens, there is no peace of mind."
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Horror
I'm a Skeptic Who Played a Deadly Game for Kicks
As someone who is deeply fascinated by mysteries and true crime stories, the Elisa Lam case is one that caught my attention. The first time I heard of it was 5 years ago when I watched a Buzzfeed Unsolved video about her bizarre death. One of the top theories they had was that Elisa had played the Elevator Game and it ended badly.
By Bertilla Niveda5 years ago in Horror
Kill Me or I'm Dreaming
A scythe. Reflecting sun rays from the wide bedroom window brilliantly, it gleamed above my face dauntingly. Pale brown and slender fingers wrapped themselves tight around its staff. I fixed my eyes to rest on the being that held it. Looming over me while paying me little mind.
By Naiya Oriana5 years ago in Horror