supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Black Book Beckons
Books covered the cornerstone of every hall in this house. That was how my father kept it, books everywhere. Red, blue, and green, were colors that just itched the tip of the iceberg in our home. Using the basic colors of the color wheel to describe them could be considered a sin, but when your unfamiliar with the shades of the world you use what is readily available to you.
By Derek Dyer5 years ago in Horror
The Object of Desire
I am... I was 25 years old. I still am, I just don't look it, and I don't feel it. I was hired right out of school, personal assistant to Mr. Brightman. The work was a little drab at first, it was mostly setting up meetings, keeping his schedule, but I suppose I did a good enough job with all of those things to get a... promotion of sorts. Maybe it took some time to build up his trust, not as an individual but as a good worker, because I didn't have very many interactions with the old man. He seemed to have little understanding of money and pay rates, because the new salary he was offering was very generous for the work he proposed. It's something that comes with being ridiculously wealthy, I told myself, and that's what Brightman was.
By John Raworth5 years ago in Horror
An Evening at the Opry
Jackson Morris is, without a doubt, the most gifted guitar player to ever grace this Earth. He could even be considered the greatest musician to ever grace this Earth. In fact, you could argue that no one has ever been better at any one thing than Jackson is at playing the guitar.
By Ryan J Richardson5 years ago in Horror
The Expense
It all started one fateful day, with Veronica and Jacob, a young career couple living in the suburbs of Los Angeles. Veronica was an aspiring actress, who is just getting her foot in the door; she had done some modeling here and there, had been in a couple of commercials, but had moved out to California with her husband from Chicago in search of true fame. She had always been one for the limelight and loved the attention and approval of others. With her natural brunette hair, fair complexion, and smoky hazel eyes she was a natural beauty. Jacob was a salesman, and his company had been brought out. However, after moving to California with his wife, he was able to land a stable position at a firm; The pay was not spectacular, but it kept food on the table. Having grown up in the inner city, he experienced life has many young men had. Growing up with no father, and only a single mother, he knew firsthand about struggling. This time he determined to make something of himself and decided with his wife to go ahead and take this adventure. After they moved to L.A., they wound up getting A decent sized apartment, which was the result of careful planning and conscious saving. After adjusting for six months, they become acclimated to the routine of daily living. Veronica would get odd jobs for commercials, modeling gigs, and Jacob would bury himself in his work daily.
By Allen Wilfong5 years ago in Horror
No Contest
I am a Terma, someone who finds treasures from long ago by religious instinct. You are born Terma. It is not a vocation or skill that can be learned or honed. It is more of a declaration by one or more gods to assist humanity by revitalizing the lost knowledge of the past.
By Brother Green5 years ago in Horror
Along the Sandy Banks
Quinn stabbed the heavy iron handle of the ornate scythe into the pond’s muddy embankment She let out a long, haughty sigh, letting the wide brim of the black hat on her head fall in front of her face as she closed her eyes with a pensive wince. Without hesitation she let her bloody muddy ankles enter water.
By Calla Ritchie5 years ago in Horror
The River Where I Sleep
Alongside a flowing river, a poster blows into the water. It is Maddy Murch, age 9. She has long brown hair and a smile that still shines through the faded, dingy and torn paper. The word MISSING printed above her head is barely legible. Several locals claimed to have seen her throughout the years, but unfortunately, it wasn’t her body they saw, it was her soul.
By Patricia Mc Manus5 years ago in Horror
