supernatural

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

Rise of the Undead
My hands hurt from the sharp cold of this October dawn and from holding tight onto my scythe for dear life. When I say for dear life, I mean it in a literal way: the grim reaper tool is the only thing standing between my humanity and an undead existence. Or should I say what is left of my humanity? I can feel it disintegrating, shading off, dissolving into oblivion. Maybe that is why I volunteer to stand guard here, on the river’s edge. Who in their right mind would stand here willingly? Knowing what’s coming, only madness can explain my resolute stance as I guard the port.
By Adriana M5 years ago in Horror
W-12
My head was spinning and my head drooped in terror. “Welcome Soldier.” I didn’t even know who he was talking to. I couldn’t even open my eyes because I was in such a state.
By Christian Hawk5 years ago in Horror
Untitled - CH1
My earliest memory was how and when my eyes were opened. I would walk the streets begging and stealing my way. The world would have seemed very different to you, but to me, it was much the same. You have the rich and the poor, the good and the bad. The deserving and undeserving. I was both poor and bad, I would have considered myself undeserving, but many would disagree. I do not remember a childhood. I suppose I may have had one. I would not like to say for sure, my first clear memory is of piss.
By Satan5 years ago in Horror
Don't Follow Butterflies
Da wings flutter n flap It a trap Stay away Dey glow bright-bright
By Olivia W.S.5 years ago in Horror
The Wedding Dress
As the movers drove off, Susan entered her new home - an old Victorian-style house, with drafty windows and creaky floors. The house had been purchased in an estate sale at a bargain price and she had fallen in love with it. A good coat of paint was needed and quite a few repairs, but it was all hers.
By Catherine Valente5 years ago in Horror
Dining on Misfortune
George Graham set his fork down on the empty plate with a clank. He folded his hands across his generous stomach and leaned back in his chair, smiling. He loved Chinese food, especially from Moon of China down on Main. He made sure to treat himself to sweet and sour chicken and an egg roll at least once a week. Often, he had it twice. He was lucky he got it at all today, though. When he went to pick up his food, he thought the bag felt lighter than usual. Before leaving the restaurant, he opened the bag and checked inside. Sure enough, those idiots had given him the wrong order. He was enraged. He was a regular customer—they should know better than to mess up his order. He told the girl at the counter as much, and demanded his correct meal and his money back. He'd go back, of course—they had the best food in town—but he told the girl he'd never come back if they messed his order up again. George didn't like when restaurants screwed up his order. It was unprofessional, and worst of all, it inconvenienced him. He didn't like to wait for food.
By Becks Byrne5 years ago in Horror
Things That Go Bump in the Night
[My essay from The Dead and the Quick, published by Bapton Books - https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08LZJXZXZ] There is a certain pleasure to be found in dealing with the dead.
By George Knight5 years ago in Horror
Dear Marionette
I first off want to apologize to you my love for taking so long in getting back to you. I'm frankly aware that the duration between now and my last letter has been several months. I deeply regret this span of time but you must realize that my "work" keeps me very busy. Some days I am so occupied with my tasks that I scarcely have time to sit down and eat, let alone commit my thoughts to pen and paper. Nevertheless, my feelings for you can never change, nor can any testament of time serve to diminish their intensity. My darling...there are times when I've cried like a child realizing that you no longer share this warm bed beside me. I still can smell the sweetness of your hair and taste the soft nectar of your wet cherry lips. If it were at all possible I would reach up and snatch a handful of the very stars themselves, only to see the smile on your face as I hand them to you as a gift.
By jamie kene5 years ago in Horror
Granny
That damn pie looks so damn good sitting on that stove like that. I knew she would bake it...she always does...every sunday. Surprised the old bitch hasn't burnt the whole damn house down in her state. For some reason cooking evokes a certain level of familiarity in her. It brings back all of her olfactory senses. Its amusing to watch her prancing about with the ingredients...humans make such grand importance out of the most inane little things. Especially this one here...oh she's really a gotdamn piece of work. Look at the silly way she places such care when mixin up the tiny bits of minced beef with pieces of celery, carrots, and onions.
By jamie kene5 years ago in Horror
Whispers in the dark
SIt was the kind of night dreamt of by starry eyed wanderers overlooking fields of rustling grass. The kind that conjures up images of a far away place lost in space and time. The night air was cool and full of care free whispers.
By jamie kene5 years ago in Horror
Fire of Mugatabe
Mugatabe, the great warrior who traversed the chaos planes and slew the daemon lord J'kyygl transitioned from physical existence long ago. Though his fleshly body died, the power of his spirit was so strong it could never be extinguished and it lingered in the astral realms of eternity for centuries. Until the faithful moment when he encountered the wizard Katu, who had sought out the spirit of the mighty warrior in order to combat a new and dire threat. Katu explained to Mugatabe that once again the realms of existence lay threatened by various evil entities originating both inside and outside oblivion. These beings were powerful, dark, and ancient, possessing a vast array of insidious knowledge and capabilities at their disposal. They posed a risk to the sanctity of everything good and just, thus it was time for a new champion to arise. Once again a warrior must be called forth, one strong enough to due battle with these entities....katu sought out the spirit of Mugatabe for this specific reason.
By jamie kene5 years ago in Horror
Untitled - Prologue - Draft
The journalist was sat in the room, just as I had asked. She looked about twenty-five, not much older than I had been when I had discovered my truth. I suppose to her I still looked that age; if she were to look into my eyes, she would see things differently. I may have the body of a younger man, but my eyes are that of time itself. I have walked this earth for longer than I care to remember. I shall be walking it long after you are gone. I am, you see, one of the immortals.
By Satan5 years ago in Horror