supernatural

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

Shadow Figures
To say that I have a viable explanation for shadow figures would be a lie. Though slightly comparative to an apparition, to be honest, I am unsure where shadow figures would fall in the vast classifications that encompass the paranormal.
By Tara Gerhart5 years ago in Horror
Just the start
With my hands shaking I drop the item in my left hand, the right hand still bruised and broken from her snapping my wrist back. I see her look down at the wound as her eyes change from a deathly black to the hazel brown they once were, my eyes start to tear up as I see the blood pump out like a never-ending river. She buckles, I try and catch her before she falls, but I’m caught off guard when someone grabs my hair and throws me to the back wall, my head bounces off and my eyes feel heavy as I fall to the ground in a sitting position. Before my eyes close, I see her there, whispering something at me before her eyes flutter and her soul drifts away. I can feel my heart break into a million pieces, I know she is gone, I can see her standing above me as my eyes close and the pain drifts away.
By Mel Wright5 years ago in Horror
Hunter's Moon
Tobias Smith emerged from the inky depths of the root cellar tunnel, kicked the trap door shut and ran as swiftly as his six-year-old legs could carry him for the safety of the forest. In the distance, he could hear the hoots and screams of the savages as they finished destroying his home. Heart pounding furiously, he scrambled up the small embankment, his small, bare feet slipping precariously on the rocks and loose slate. Tears left trails through the grime on his cheeks, his thick, dark lashes clumping in spikes. Only when he was within the safety of the trees did he chance looking back. Flames licked high above the willows as the front of his house was ablaze. The bodies of his father and big sister, Sarah, lay bloody and mutilated on the front porch, scalps torn free from their heads to hang on the waists of two of three Mohawk warriors. Toby thought of his mother shoving him down the steps of the tunnel his father had dug for emergencies just like this.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
Non-Player
He woke up in a dimly lit room. He could hear people speaking before he opened his eyes, and when he did he saw four other people in the room: two men and two women. All were wearing the same grey clothing. Uniforms, maybe. Looking down at himself he noticed he, too, was similarly attired.
By Jim Parker5 years ago in Horror
The Necromancer
The day was like any other day. A chill in the fall air. The Sun shining through the clouds as if optimistically providing a metaphorical glimmer of hope for the future. The future is something that Jack Martin has been thinking about a lot. How can he forget the past enough to live in the moment, so that he can forge a new future. Not one that hinges on his self inflicted condemnation from his past memories. The haunting presence of a chain around the neck and the vivid memories of realizing you are not who you claim to be. An imposter. A mockery of morality in plain sight but no one is the wiser.
By Jason R Martin5 years ago in Horror
Goats In the Mist
Andrew looked out the window of his newly purchased home on Ridell Road as he sipped a steaming cup of rich, dark coffee. They were back again. They appeared last night, the little buggers, eyes opaque and glowing through his bedroom windows. He could hear their soft baaing sounds as they each tried to get a peek inside while he lay in bed pretending to sleep. What the hell did they want and why only at night? The strangest damn thing he ever saw. Their soft snorts and baas continued through most of the night like some Old McDonald nightmare. Occasionally they would butt the side of the cabin in frustration, disappearing around four am.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
The Red Mark
In a country in a distant place, two families were warring. The feud had gone on for so long no one could quite remember the original cause. The present hostilities were based on more recent grudges and murders. One family was named Wren, the other Fox. Both desired to control the countryside and eradicate their enemy.
By E.L. Buchanan5 years ago in Horror
My Demon Tried Killing Me Again
My demon tried killing me again last night. For some reason I was at a train station, waiting to depart LaLa Land, as I call it. I took my seat and off we went, through the wall of Reality, but after breaking through the haze I was back in the parking lot, trying to get back inside the train station.
By Max M Power5 years ago in Horror
Winchester: Everything Dies Here...
Everything dies here……. The dark and raspy quote of the witch next door. She would linger at the gate just as that statement would linger in my mind. I became intrigued by this awkwardly mysterious woman whispering incantations and dragging her old rake across the cement and rocks. I decided to contact my landlord, David, who was always there to help me whenever I had any issues. I compiled an email describing the meeting I got myself into with the neighbor. I explained the way I discovered her watching through the fence, the way she behaved and the things she said. Apparently this was not entirely a surprise to him.
By Jesika Rhodes5 years ago in Horror
The Best Short Story Ever Written
If I could write one thing, just one good thing, that would be enough for me. As I board the city bus, I can’t shake the dread in my stomach. Skipping class isn’t an option. I couldn’t let the student loans go to waste. This is what I wanted, right?
By Lindsay Rae5 years ago in Horror
black cats & crossed paths
I am called the thieves daughter, in the dark of night throughout the mossy fog lit forest it is well known. Not that many take any mind of it, and of those who do, even fewer are affected. It’s just me and my magic small black journal where I make magic come to life. I live with my mom, she’s works hard but also is marked with this status. She tells me if the superstitions but not the ones you have heard in your world. In your world when a cat crosses your path, then you are fated to have a run in with some bad luck. I have brought many a black cats to life in my little journal. They are guides and protectors. Here we cross black cats and they stare into our souls from their glassy eyed cage. To cross a black cat is a sign of honor, you must make sure to humbly look them in the eye to have your soul scoured. They know better then anyone how to see the truth. Don’t take up too much of their time, don’t overstay your truth. But see it reflected back to you and acknowledge the greatness in their indifferent wisdom.
By Shannon5 years ago in Horror
Another Realm
Time Stood Still The day started like any other. I woke up wrapped in my white, silk sheets, listening to the birds wake up the sun for the day. Dragging myself out of bed, I went to the kitchen to start my coffee. The cold grey tile sent a chill up my spine. I shook it off and headed to the bathroom to grab my black, fleece robe. It was so soft and warm on my skin. I always hung it right above the register so that the heat became trapped in it while it waited for me to put it back on. After I brushed my teeth and brushed out my long auburn hair, I went back to the kitchen which was now filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Mm mm I loved that smell. Once I filled up my favorite teal mug, I settled my morning routine by retreating to my mini wrap around porch to watch the sun come up over the mountain range. As I went to sit down, I noticed a very thick, very large, manilla envelope sitting on the chair opposite me.
By Jessica LaConte5 years ago in Horror