supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Nightmare
I'm in the top bunk in the cabin getting ready for bed, sneakily eating a doughnut before my aunt comes in to check on me. She never allows us to eat any sweets after eight, even though I was now fifteen and not a small child. My cousin isn't coming until tomorrow from college in Washington so I am the only one sleeping in the room for the night. I always sleep on the bottom bunk for some reason when I come to visit my aunt and cousin but this time I wanted a change of scenery. I finished eating my doughnut and got rid of any possible evidence that I was eating one from my face and the bed. I get under the covers and close my eyes to act like I am falling asleep. I wasn't at all tired but my aunt would wait for me to fall asleep if I wasn't already by nine. She always said it was because she didn't trust my cousin and I to not wake her in the middle of the night if we didn't go to bed before her. I begin to hear footsteps clacking down the hall on the wooden floor, growing closer to the room, like a small heel from a sandal, probably my aunt's slippers.
By Eliza Vargas8 years ago in Horror
Being Aware
For my whole life I've heard a voice in my head. Not one that drives me to insanity but rather one that keeps me sane. I can't force it to happen, nor can I predict it. It happens entirely on its own when I'm in some sort of trouble, or when I'm going to be hurt. It's caused me to be aware of everything that goes on around me, but even then, that's not enough.
By Alice Valencia8 years ago in Horror
Cloak Guy
It was a normal school day. My friend Sharon and I were sophomores in high school. She had her license; I didn't. So, as you can assume, we were always in her car. We drove to school together, she dropped me back off at home afterward. Unless it was a Friday night. Well, you guessed it, it's a Friday.
By Katherine Shear8 years ago in Horror
Peek A Boo, I See You
Lisa Green grew up on the Sunshine Coast in beautiful British Columbia. Along with her brother Dean, step-father Alex, and mother Jenny they'd recently moved into a modest 2-bedroom, 2-level home on Chaster Rd. Not too far from schools and amenities, it was a wonderful new place to call their own.
By MoriaCavandish8 years ago in Horror
Descent Into Darkness Chapter Three
Aerion, Aesteria 1871 Rayvn sat in front of the mirror, brushing out her hair. Her hands were shaking and her breath was coming quickly as her heart pounded. Memories of the night before replayed over and over again as she tried to find yet another way out of this marriage. Rayne didn't seem much happier, though she would be marrying Marrow, at least that was her father's plan. They had come up with one of their own. Neither woman was happy with the suitor she had been betrothed to, so Rayne had come up with a way for herself to be happy at least.
By Carolynn Reynolds8 years ago in Horror
My Roommate Is a Demon
Ugh. I totally have the worst roommate ever. I don't care if your cousin's friend's hairdresser once had a roommate that ended up being a serial killer. My situation is totally worse. I'm sure you are probably thinking, how on earth could this girl's situation be worse? She is totally such a drama queen. Well it fucking is okay? And you better listen to my story or I swear to god I'LL FUCKING POP A—
By E E Holding8 years ago in Horror
Descent Into Darkness Prologue
Aerion, Aesteria 1855 A scream came from the birthing chamber of Lillian and Jace Black as the Marchioness was told once more by the midwife to push. Jace was outside the chamber, pacing as he listened to his wife's screams. The Marquess prayed for the first time in years as he ran his hands through his fiery red hair, that his wife would bring safe delivery to their children and survive the night herself. Once again, he listened to her cry out and winced, but the cries that followed brought joy through his fear. He watched as a nursemaid rushed past, giving him a glimpse of the woman he cherished most in this life. She looked exhausted, sweat beads could be seen dotting her forehead, tendrils of her curly onyx hair plastered to her cheeks in the dim firelight. The door closed and he took a deep breath. He had only heard one child cry, there was still another to come but this was the moment in which he feared most. With the last child, his dearest Lillian's fate would be forever sealed.
By Carolynn Reynolds8 years ago in Horror
