supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Magical Black Book
Sabrina walked through the city, not at all excited to get home. After all she had chores, two siblings to take care of, and an alcoholic father. She never asked for this life and sometimes she wondered what would happen if she was to just run away from the caged life she currently lived. She was only seventeen years old, having to work, take care of house chores and protect her siblings. How was she suppose to live a normal teenage life when she was suppose to take care of adult things. Perfect practice though for when she does leave her family behind.
By Erica Pugh5 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
It was Friday morning and Jared stood, nodding approvingly into the full length mirror. It had been some time since he had bought something for himself but it was time to finally enjoy the little extra money he had rather than just save his life away. The mall seems like the perfect place since it lost its appeal to the teenagers. Jared felt light hearted the more he turned to view himself. He was trying on a new pair of navy blue jeans that were a perfect fit. ‘You can’t take it with you to the grave so might as well enjoy it’ Jared said to himself as he decided to wear the new pair out. He slipped his Doc Martens on as he folded and rolled his old pants and tucked then into the crook of his left arm. In one swift movement he turned and unlatched the fitting room door, giving his reflection one last nod before swinging it open and making his way to the cashier.
By Cynthia Hendrickson5 years ago in Horror
One Page
This Story Starts where Another Begins; In the hands of A man Named Ron, from a wish from a magical little black notebook. Turns out this wasn’t the usual Writing Pad? This one was special and had only 3 pages for some reason? On the back it was Written “A page is but a day, would you give one for a wish?” Which was very eerie to say the least? But as a bullheaded Man Ron was, He says a loud, “ Heck i wish i could see what a day of being rich and famous looks like...” And As he speaks the page begins to write his words. Then “swoosh”Ron was pulled into the pages,
By Ronnie Lo Productions5 years ago in Horror
The Little Secret
Rhea stared at her bank's balance on her phone for the fifth time in an hour. Thinking that maybe it was a glitch in the system. That the numbers on it weren't the actual numbers in her account. And that she'd just been pranked by a total stranger. The numbers would change back to their normal amount as soon as she refreshed the page. But, it didn't. There were twenty thousand dollars in her checking account as plain as day. Enough to pay her rent, her bills, and anything else that she needed. Whatever she desired. So long as she did as the man who had gifted her the money told her to. Such as writing everything that she had that day into the black book he'd mailed her two weeks prior to the deposit.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Horror
The Witch Children
He walked at his usual slow pace down the lonely street shuffling his feet across the ground. He carried a brown bag filled with groceries in his arms and no one paid him any mind. Sometimes he wished they did, or at the very least, for someone to say hello. A friendly greeting, a warm smile, was that so much to ask of a stranger?
By Gena Ervin5 years ago in Horror
Spiritonth
Spiritonth 1870 I am possessed by devils, ceaseless vampires that torture my soul until I satisfy their hunger. The devil has me at the tip of a cup and I am a party within minutes. Just one turns in to two that turns in to ten that turns to blackness then questions then regret. Slowly and surely the mind begins to clear but the devil within and its temptations are always near. 1 Corinthians 10:21 Ye cannot drink from the cup of the lord and the cup of devils” Tonight I drink from the cup of the devil within me, that stirs from its ill slumber at this late hour and wants its medicine.
By Graham R Rispin5 years ago in Horror
The House That Moves at Night
Walter's eyes suddenly shot open from the barely audible sound of a floorboard creak down the hallway from the bedroom. Abruptly Walter sat up in bed and glanced around the inky black room. He reached, feeling for his cellphone on the bedside table and fumbled to check the time. 2:56am.
By Jamie Refenes5 years ago in Horror
