supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Registry
John Hardt wasn't expecting anyone today when his faulty doorbell sounded. He never had visitors on Sunday mornings. He slipped on his sandals to go check the door, though he didn't want to get up from the couch in the middle of a news report about a local woman who mysteriously vanished and hasn't been seen for a week. Sure, he could've set the VCR to record it, but that would have required putting in a tape and making sure it was blank... more effort than it was worth.
By Michael B Puskar5 years ago in Horror
Passing Time
Approaching my grandfather's home brought a sadness that I hadn’t confronted since his death. The numerous nights spent running through this home, the stories by the fireplace, and the smell of ginger and pipe that lingered well after you’ve left. The 1800s Victorian style home stood proud and majestic, revealing the ambiance of an age long past. Growing up this house always gave me chills due to the random sounds and noises throughout the night it would produce, now that I’m older I find it far more fascinating than eerie.
By Lilo Dallas5 years ago in Horror
The Pendant in the Notebook
My wife’s cat sat atop the armrest of the couch, lazily basking in the lone lamplight. Silence rang throughout the house, at the exception of my footsteps when I entered the front door. Elizabeth, the blonde angel who is also my wife, was on a work trip. Only the cat and myself would be sleeping in the dwelling for the next week. I wasn’t a huge fan of the cat, which was named Riana, but that wasn’t her fault, merely my distaste for felines in general. She dropped like a smooth marauder onto all fours and scurried into the kitchen as I closed the door behind me.
By Derek Keast5 years ago in Horror
The Harbinger
The Harbinger “You know, if we had more money you would be happier” Walter sipped his coffee as Sharon sighed exasperatedly from listening to the same old speech, he always found his way back to. He stared at her with concern, “Are you feeling any better today?”
By A.J. Loren5 years ago in Horror
Within the Cover of Darkness
"This life'll be the death of you, Randy." Her words repeated over and over, bouncing around every dark corridor of my mind. I splashed cold water onto my face and let my fingers cover my eyelids for a moment. I could see my happy ending, I just had to get there.
By Valik Tauru5 years ago in Horror
Monster Talk
Even the things that went bump in the night needed to have a break once in a while. Edgar, for one, had been a bogeyman for three decades—ever since he had died from a mortal existence he could not remember living—and scaring children got old after a while. And between the hours of 3 AM and 6 AM, all the people he could frighten had fallen back into predawn sleep. (Insomniacs were not the best company. They were often bingeing the latest thing on Netflix.)
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Horror
Envious Souls
Lindsay glanced at the clock on her bedside table and noticed it was 5:49 a.m. She was alone in bed, and the sheets on Mark's side were cold and unwrinkled. He was still with his mistress, she thought. Though Lindsay knew that Mark was cheating on her with his brother's ex-girlfriend, Charlotte, she was hopeful that they would fix things. But, she knew her chances were slim. Not only was he with Charlotte, but she was also pregnant. Unbeknownst to Mark, Lindsay had found an ultrasound image in his jacket pocket. Charlotte was twelve weeks pregnant and six months away from giving Mark the one thing he wanted the most, an heir to his family's empire.
By Donziikinz5 years ago in Horror
Hidden Secrets
It was hidden, and hidden well. No one would have found it if it had not been for my cat, Scout, scampering up to the attic, seizing his opportunity when I left the attic door ajar. I live in the house that belonged to my late grandparents and had been doing some much-needed cleaning in the attic. Making my way up the stairs and I shouted “Come here you. You know you’re not supposed to be up here. What are you making all this ruckus about?” I found him hair with his standing straight up, hissing at the farthest corner wall in the attic. As I was scooping him up into my arms, I noticed a small slit in the attic wall, resembling what could be an opening. Intrigued, I put Scout down and dug my fingernails into the crevice and to my surprised pried open a small panel revealing a hidden cubbyhole in the wall. Inside was a small wooden box, covered with dust. Reaching in, I pulled out the box, and opened it to find a small black notebook, worn with age.
By Samantha Carlson5 years ago in Horror
It's Mine.
I was an ER nurse until I turned forty and decided I needed a changed. It had been years eating at me; eating at my motivation, slowing my response to patients laying on the hospital beds, some of them bleeding out. They deserved a quicker response and the monotonies of the job exasperated by the years under my belt grabbing scalpels and sponges, dropped bullets and pieces of glass and random other foreign objects people get stuck in them, wouldn’t allow me to move any faster than a baby tortious being devoured by its rival kin. Every time I needed to move, I envisioned my younger sister pulling at my leg; being the rival tortoise. She’d be all sprawled out on the floor with her hands wrapped around my ankles. Sometimes if I didn’t slow enough, she would sink her little teeth into the thin white skin of my ankle.
By Colleen Knight5 years ago in Horror
Ledger
Against my better judgement, I died on a Thursday. There was no fuss about it; one moment I was looking across the sea, there was a blackness, then I was eternal. I barely even noticed. It was a beautiful scene though - me standing there bundled in my winter jacket, clutching my little black book, looking out over the endless expanse of water and ice. The book had been my travel companion up until here. Where “here” was I wasn’t entirely sure, somewhere in the north Atlantic, hundreds of miles from shore.
By Dan Koenig5 years ago in Horror
Childs' Play
"Bang." Winnifred Daemon Hoode, sixteen years old, aimed her pointer finger at the birds sitting in the nearby tree. "Bang... Bang!" She shouted, spooking the birds into flying away. She sighed. The birds were boring. The woods were boring, her life was boring. She walked down the crumbling stone path, aligning the rubber of her boots with the edge of the stones. She balanced herself so that her steps hung halfway off the path, causing the grass to bend over slightly. No doubt by this point her mother was looking for her. Red never understood why. Ever since she was a child she had wandered through these woods. Her mother had given up trying to stop her around two years ago, so long as Red promised to stay on the path. And she had followed that rule ever since, but today was different. Today her mother had forbidden her from visiting her friend Goldie.
By Lauren Solomon5 years ago in Horror
