supernatural

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

SKINNY-DIPPING
The absence of artificial light enabled him to see the stars, the heavens rendered naked by the scarcity of clouds. But theirs was not the nudity he wanted to admire. Heaven was here on earth tonight; every night for each of the past few weeks, and less than a hundred yards away. The paleness of her skin and the fullness of the moon allowed him to see a bit more than her mere silhouette; and even on a crisp November night, he felt a bit more of the heat and the shame that she stoked whenever he invaded her privacy night after night.
By Omar Gonzalez4 years ago in Horror
Tradition
I thought it would be fun when I asked. A spooky tradition for a dorky wedding. They were my closest friends, so they laughed with me and my fiancé- my husband, well Halloween has always been his favorite holiday. It should have been fun. Everyone we loved was in one place for one day.
By Halle Choi4 years ago in Horror
Alderton Estate
The quiet lapping of storm-tinged waves brush against the rocky edge. Burning through the heavy fog, amber fingers of sunrise force its retreat from shore. Mist hangs between the trees, casting an eerie glow across the grounds leading to the house. Sinewy strands of shadow claw at the gravel driveway, flanked by overgrown trees.
By E.N. Gussler4 years ago in Horror
The Keepers
The Belle View lighthouse had been empty for years. The new keeper and his daughter arrived on the island late at night, in a storm. Their new home was gloomy and musky. The only decor was a portrait of a girl on a beach, featuring the lighthouse itself in the landscape behind her. A bookshelf on the wall contained a record of all shipwrecks which had occurred there.
By Hannah Harbin4 years ago in Horror
Lakeside Carnival
Curiosity gripped at the mind as the bus circled about the lake. It was a dingey, faded green bus, that smelled like gasoline. The ghost tour Robin and her younger brother Aidan had been on had been coming to an end, the lake being the second last stop. It had been late September, the trees bare although it had seemed to early. The tour guide stood at the front – gripping the rails to keep his balance. He was haggered and his smile with a slight madness, black hair flying astray.
By Dawn Michele4 years ago in Horror
Puddles
As I drove down the desolate wooded road, the crisp orange and red leaves of autumn cascading down, were almost enough to make me forget about my grandfather, and the long summer nights my family spent at his lake house. My sister and I would stay up telling each other ghost stories. There was one that had me tucked tightly under my blankets, night after night. It was about this woman that was found in the lake. It was said that she had been missing for four years before they found her drowned corpse, floating along the edge of the water. Her eyes had decomposed, leaving dark soulless sockets. My sister made a point of telling me that she roams the house at night, hoping that she’s still alive.
By Kyla Ware4 years ago in Horror
Heirloom
Serena fussed over her hair in the oversized silver framed mirror that hung over a white chest of drawers, gracefully picking through her blonde curls with her freshly manicured nails and artfully arranging them to frame her face. Behind her, her husband Adam was busy lint-rolling his favorite t-shirt, which had been showered in short, course, white hairs, courtesy of their dog, Phantom.
By MANDI DERRYBERRY4 years ago in Horror
Rusalka
So spake th’ apostate: Goddess of thy shore of stone, Smooth myn rocks unto solitude. Carve back myn flesh, Erode min need for pleasures of lyfe.
By Devon Nicklaus4 years ago in Horror
Lake Daemon
Don’t visit Lake Daemon, The Old Timers say. Time runs funny there. This is the warning they tell their children. And their children’s children. There’s something off about that place. No fish live in the lake. The dark water is only good for breeding mosquitoes. And tussock rushes. Vermillion clay cakes the banks, cracks when the heat sucks the water up into the sky. And in water, a peculiar viscous fog wafts and ebbs the lake’s surface like an evil, ethereal crown. The local magpies keep camp at Lake Daemon, deep seated nests balancing in the fork of oak trees. They gleefully swoop unwelcome visitors, pecking at their hair, stealing strands for their nests.
By Scott-Patrick Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Creatures of Power
The stillness of the cool and grey eerie morning atmosphere enveloped the trees in the woods, not too far away from a cabin by the sandy beach. It is in a world where the discovery of the unknown is left at the fingertips of a man who’s lived his whole life alone to explore the wonders of life.
By Vanity4 years ago in Horror
Sunset At Roseberry
Mark Diptera studied the fly trapped in a spider’s web. The web’s elastic frame bounced in response to the squirming victim, glinting reflections of the setting sun in its silk. Mark mused if the light display was strategic. Was the fly was sending an SOS? Was it rhythmically wriggling to communicate by Morse code? His only certainty was, it would not submit.
By Ethan Burt4 years ago in Horror
The Depths of Water
The Depths of Water It was a gloomy day on the Ivory Coast. The waters were bringing the wrath of the gods with them. I watched as the raging waters slapped against the sides of the fisherman boat. The captain walked over to me, “it seems like Yemoja is unleashing her fury on us today. She must be twirling her skirt of the 7 seas.” His heavy Nigerian accent swam through my ears, disrupting my day dream. I looked over at Chekiri Agha and the shadows of the clouds made his dark skin appear darker than it normally was. It sent chills down my spine.It was almost ghostly and haunting. Chekiri Agha had been sailing the waters with his father since he was a young boy. He knew the water like the back of his hand. “Checki I feel something in my spirit, something is going to happen.” Looking at me confused he let out a laugh, “Brakemi I think you should stay out of that head of yours, it does you no good. Always lost in another reality of your own, what is it this time?” I rolled my eyes at his remark and walked to the front of the boat. The grey skies seemed to intensify and the thunder began to rumble in the distance. We were heading straight for the storm, the waves got more aggressive by the minute. Chekiri Agha walked behind me to the front of the boat, “Brakemi, I am sorry if I offended you. I was just trying to lighten up your mood, you have been off to yourself all day and everyone is concerned.” I turned to Chekiri, “I am sorry for my distance but my spirit is deeply disturbed. I had a night terror and I haven’t been asleep since.” Turning around in shame I grabbed the side rails of the boat and looked off into the distant water. Lightning struck in the far distance bringing light into the gloomy clouds. Chekiri stood next to me and rested his arms against the boat. “I remember when I was a wanderer just like you, always wondering what was beyond our reality or what could be happening.
By India Bridges4 years ago in Horror