supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
A Black Cat
A single black cat, sitting in the darkness. Maybe it’s it’s sharp yellow eyes, or the way it holds itself, but you just aren’t comfortable the way you were a few minutes ago. You were walking down the road with your best friend, talking and laughing about things you’d done in the past. And the cat runs onto your path. The cat is unsettling. But your best friend doesn’t seem to notice. All they notice is that there is a cat on the street. They look shocked at seeing it. “Oh no, someone must have abandoned him! We have to take him home.” your friend says. You don’t want to say no, they may think you’re being heartless, so you say yes. You continue walking. Your friend says something funny, but you no longer have the heart to laugh full out. Yet you attempt to, if only to make them happy. They notice something wrong anyway, your friend has always been pretty sharp. “What’s wrong? Are you ok?” they ask. But you can’t tell them, not now, because you’ve notice the cat watching you, no, daring you to say something. So you say an unconvincing “Nothing” and look away so you don’t have to see the look of worry and disappointment on your best friend’s face.
By Irene Hartley5 years ago in Horror
Monolith 2
The monolith had always stood there. When the heavens and earth formed, it was already there. As soon as there was light, the first thing illuminated was the monolith. When the continents began slowly sliding apart from each other, they slid around the black stone monolith.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Monolith
I think on some level, I knew I was dreaming when I first dreamt of the monolith. But it doesn’t matter because the dream pointed me towards something true. In the garden of Eden, the tree of forbidden fruit gave Adam and Eve knowledge of both good and evil. My monolith was like that. It was a duality that was simultaneously both real and not real. A paradox that has mystified me for over half a century as only a recurrent dream can.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
To Dance With the FaeFolk
It must be another full moon, new moon, equinox, birth, death, successful bowel movement, or any given Tuesday’s witching hour. They’re in the Faerie Ring. Again. They’ll go to the Faerie for anything. It’s like catnip to cats for them. They can’t get enough!
By MissAdventured5 years ago in Horror
Gabe
The devil had been prophesied to lose for so long, most of the faithful accepted it as a foregone conclusion, a guaranteed given, a done deal. The problem with knowing the outcome in advance is it makes it impossible to create any real dramatic tension; it doesn’t make a good story in other words. Then there’s the second teeny, tiny problem; sometimes those beliefs and prophecies are just plain wrong.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Mixed & Matched
Triggers: death, ghosts, blood, implied violence and sickness, accidental misgendering of a non-binary character. Mitch’s answer to “what the hell happened here?” was a sheepish, “We acquired a wedding dress this afternoon.” And that was enough of an explanation, I didn’t need anything else, but I still asked, “Oh, did we now?” because I was feeling frustrated and I wanted to make him feel guilty. Judging by the way his shoulders slumped, it worked very well.
By Amanda Fernandes5 years ago in Horror
The Crying Baby
I am a 21-year-old man, but I've had a lot of creepy instances happen to me in my life. Whenever I'm alone, I always seem to be scared of something, sometimes I can't sleep at night just because of one thing that happened to me when I was just a child. These stories might seem unbelievable to most people but everything I'm about to tell is true.
By Presley Pereira5 years ago in Horror
