supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Mirror
The mirror had been there since before Ashley could remember. It stood in the hallway outside her bedroom — tall, dark-framed, slightly taller than it should have been for the wall it occupied. She had never questioned it. That was the thing about the mirror. It simply was, the way the floorboards were, the way the morning light fell crooked through the kitchen window. Unremarkable. Permanent.
By Parsley Rose 7 days ago in Horror
For the faint of heart, beware! Hong Kong Fox Spirit Murder Incident
Today, I'm going to talk about the sensational fox spirit murder case that rocked Hong Kong in 1981. During that time, everyone in Hong Kong, from tea restaurants to office buildings, from taxi drivers to neighbors, was talking about this case. At night, when they turned off the lights to sleep, they had to keep a close eye on their children's cribs, afraid that something strange might come knocking at their door. This case was not groundless. The level of strangeness from start to finish was even more terrifying than the fox spirit stories in "Liaozhai".
By Aiden Wang8 days ago in Horror
THE MIRROR THAT LEARNED MY NAME. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I covered the mirror because it wouldn’t stop smiling. At first, I thought it was just exhaustion. Night shifts mess with your head, especially when you live alone. Faces blur. Reflections lag. You see things that aren’t there.
By shakir hamid9 days ago in Horror
The Neighbor Who Didn’t Exist. AI-Generated.
I live alone on the seventh floor of an old apartment building, where the wooden floors creak and the elevator hums in a familiar rhythm. In the mornings, sunlight filters through the dusty curtains, casting thin streaks across the floor. At night, the hallway lights spill pale, wavering light through the cracks in my door. At first, I felt peaceful.
By BlackScreenn9 days ago in Horror
Dusty Bones
A rickety worn shack swayed ominously as a malicious wind tore after it. A fevered cry from the weathered boards fell upon an old man’s ears. He paid it no mind however and continued to stare forlornly out the shattered panes into the ocean’s depths below. An internal battle raged through his mind as a lone candle flickered threateningly. “All alone… everyone’s gone… my fault.” His tattered memory danced across his lips as his ghosts relentlessly tormented him. One peering inside the shack may mistake him as a lone ghost himself, for his pale and frail bones looked skeletonized from his fever crazed state. He stands at this fractured window and stares at the sea, haunted always haunted.
By Mikayla Decker 11 days ago in Horror
