supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
New Orleans
They sat on the patio of one of the world’s most famous coffee shops, watching as the pigeons marched back and forth, intimidating visitors to the Café. While the tourists sat sampling coffee and beignets, the fresh pastries dusted with powdered sugar, the pigeons tried to snag bites of the sweet tasty delights, and drag bits off to their nests.
By Nita Ostroff5 years ago in Horror
The Fate of the Follower
If you were only viewing the inside of The Dead Dog Saloon in the town of Dead Dog itself, you would swear a tornado had ripped through the sorry little establishment. Not a bottle behind the bar was left unbroken, not a chair or table left upright, the long mirror behind the bar now reflected in shattered bits the bullet holes in the wall, the blood on the floor, and the busted green felt poker table where the chaos in this tiny New Mexico saloon all began.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Horror
A Man Wakes Up On A Ship
A man woke up on a ship with no memory of how he got there. This was clearly a Viking ship given its size, the dragon head pointing straight ahead at the front, and the tail curled towards the water in the back. It contained neither sails nor oars, and each side was boldly decorated with a row of green shields. A massive pile of kindling sat in the middle, and miscellaneous items were among the burning material. These weren’t items that you’d normally find on a Viking ship, but rather everyday items like a toy train, a baseball glove, and a briefcase.
By Cat the Autist5 years ago in Horror
The Mural
Russell Storm’s ignored conscience had become so calloused from decades of neglect, that it was hard as rock. Not just any rock… his conscience was as impenetrable as granite. Scratch as one might to tug at his cold heart for even a flicker of remorse or guilt; the only emotion that would scrape forth was amused annoyance.
By Karla Bowen Herman5 years ago in Horror
The Grave's Cry
The wind howled outside as he hid in the dark corner of the old barn. He covered his mouth in an attempt to silence his heavy breathing. Blood covered the ground around him, but it wasn't his. It was the blood of his victims that he could now hear crying for vengeance. "I was so careful!" William thought to himself, "not even the Devil could have found me!" For the last couple of years, William had delighted himself in hunting down victims in the nearby city and luring them away to be tortured and killed. His exploits had earned a reputation and a nickname, The Butcher. But he was certain that no one could trace the murders back to his little farm outside the city. Yet what had been his delightful, hideous secret now turned into mounting dread and crippling fear.
By HeyItsPhephen5 years ago in Horror
Oranges
June 25, 1990 Why were the oranges placed so oddly? There was one on top of the dusty mantle. One sat precariously on the crook of the stairway banister. Several were balanced on the armrests of the couch, still more had made their way to the tops of pictures, mirrors.
By Amy Lovett5 years ago in Horror
A Date with a "Vampire"
His driver’s license said that his name was Kevin, his social media accounts said that his name was Vladimir, and he looked like his name should’ve been Chase. With his silver nose ring clinging to his left nostril, his platinum blonde braid stretching down to the center of his back, and that blood-red leather jacket that he wore with just about everything, there was this cool and dangerous vibe that he gave off. Even those who claimed that he wasn’t their type couldn’t help but DM him. Maybe it was the muscles, or maybe it was that lovely set of icy blue eyes. Whatever it was, something about him made hearts fall like dominos. Even though his driver’s license stated that he was thirty-three, he claimed on his many social media accounts that he was a vampire who was born and then reborn in the 17th century. His commitment to this claim was enough to score him a date with a particular lady he found on Instagram.
By Cat the Autist5 years ago in Horror
A touch of the supernatural
Not so long ago, there was a challenge to talk about “If this, then that”, where the community in Vocal would talk about a show or a movie and then recommend similar ones. I submitted two entries, but there was a third one I wanted to add but I didn’t manage to do so before the deadline. However, I was left with the itch to write it anyway and share it with you, my dear readers.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg5 years ago in Horror
Blood & Wine
Neve knocked on the door of her date’s house and chewed her lip. The air was cool and it chilled her legs as she stood on the gravel pathway. She looked around at the beautiful property as she waited; the lawn was lush and had the greenest grass she’d ever seen. The front of the house was lined with mulch and had lovely blueish purple hydrangea bushes that hugged the grey stone walls of the house. Her gaze looked back up at the overcast sky and then back down to the deep red door in front of her. Neve sighed and hugged her arms tightly to herself. ‘She sure is taking her time.’, she thought as she shivered. She reached her hand out to knock on the door again when it swung open to reveal the object of her affections.
By Jessica Gustafson5 years ago in Horror
Inhabitation
I was awakened suddenly by a loud noise in my backyard. When I looked to the clock, it read exactly 3 AM. The noise happened again making me jump. I stumbled out of my bed with my heart pounding in my ears as I ran towards the window to look into the backyard. As I threw back the blinds, I saw some sort of aircraft resting on the ground. It was in the shape of a UFO that you see on TV... but I knew that my eyes had to be playing tricks on me.
By Lindsey Hultman5 years ago in Horror
Lena and Victor
Lena pranced barefoot down the sidewalk, her slim heels held in one hand by two delicate fingers. Victor watched her with a smile and followed slowly behind, mesmerized by her childlike innocence. She whirled to face him, her white satin dress flaring around her, a coquettish smile stretched across her lips.
By Michael D. Maine5 years ago in Horror
