supernatural

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

The Invitation
You step onto the gangway, a shiver of anticipation running down your spine. Beneath you, grey fog obscures the surface of the water, small tendrils of it drifting up to tease at the spiky heels of the woman in front of you. As you watch it trail up long, bare legs, the woman gives an involuntary shudder, as though she’s been touched by something—or maybe someone—distasteful.
By Mare M.4 years ago in Horror
Shiny Eyes
I don't know when it began following me. Maybe it always was. I can't be sure, honestly. But I remember when I first noticed.
By K. W. Herrera4 years ago in Horror
Arms Float, Heads Don't
Arms float, heads don’t. You learn something new every day. Did you know that the human head is back-heavy? Thanks to your spinal cord, you’re unable to tell from your own. The closest you might ever get is to witnessing it is to cradle a baby’s in your palm, observing the way it hangs, unsupported by the strength of its upper back. Severed heads, however, roll, but only once. There’s not enough momentum and the skull isn’t spherical enough to get in a second spin. And heads that have been sitting at the bottom of Loch Dorchadas until bloated and blue, don’t roll at all. I’ve seen it myself.
By Nathan Humphrey4 years ago in Horror
A Long Dark Road
Chapter 1: Lucky Lad The walk was long, the road was dark and Liam had a leg cramp that could bring down a bear. He had to get home, he was already late and he knew his father would want to have a few words with him before he could slip off into dream land and Liam was really looking forward to some sleep. Even though he knew what could also await him.
By Brennan Starr4 years ago in Horror
The Dock at The Cliffs of Moher
The wind howled like a wolf in the distance. The waves crashed as if ravenous animals were dueling in front of her. She held her breath as she crept forward on the dock, dragging her feet forward as if in a perverse dance with fate. Another rippling wave encased the dock in shadow and drenched Emma’s arm, causing her to shriek in pain. Emma felt as if her skin was burning due to the combination of the cool air and frigid water. Emma stopped and hesitantly peered behind her; she could no longer see the cliffs. Emma refused to go back now, so she continued forward.
By Adam Starr4 years ago in Horror
Quartz Falls. Top Story - November 2021.
Quartz Falls is like any other New England town, except for the fact that it’s not. On the outside it looks like a beautiful and quaint town. Yet once you find yourself in its core, you will soon realize you are in for way more than beautiful places to pose for pictures and whimsical places to shop. Formed in the 1600’s, it is rich with history. Generations have come, gone, and some have stayed. Throughout the years it has been a tourist attraction. Quartz Falls is aptly named for a stunning waterfall that flows into Quartz Falls Lake. As it streams down the rocks, the water shimmers like quartz crystals in the sun and moonlight. The lake is home to lots of visitors throughout the summer and autumn seasons.
By Colleen Mitrano4 years ago in Horror
Potential Hydrogen
Emily drags a sign laboriously along the pool deck to put it away for the night. The part which says ‘Pool Closed: Swim School Lessons Only’ comes away from the base which then thuds heavily onto her sodden shoe. Sighing, she tries to wrangle it back together as a couple in their swimsuits approach.
By mads4 years ago in Horror
Under the ice
Edward had always hated his parents log cabin, since he was a young boy had been haunted by the ominous overwhelming feeling of being watched, not just watched but hunted, longed for in fact. There was just something about the seemingly ever frozen lake that repulsed him yet simultaneously called to him, beckoning him over. Every year for Christmas his family would take a long painful drive down and spend a week isolated from the spontaneous terrors of the smog filled suburban world, to live harmoniously with nature, becoming at one with the environment around them and feeling the blissful calming effects of the hidden world. It usually allowed them to be happy and content in each other’s company, not this year. This year was different, his parents were different and deep-down Edward knew this was the last time he would be forced to hide himself away during the festivities. They had been arguing more than ever and it seemed that time had finally caught up to the Caulfield's as it was always going to, however Edward took comfort in knowing he only had to survive one more week of this arctic nightmare, one week of irrational terror and airborne ambience of hatred then he can go back home and finally learn of his parents’ divorce. "We're here", boasted his portly unshaven dad as the rusted cars wheels finally came to a halt.
By Ben Cardy4 years ago in Horror
The Offering
James knew exactly where he wanted to take Jenna for this special night. The secluded little cove on Norris Lake wasn’t too far from parking, but a very short walk lead to a private little spot on the lakeshore that was perfectly laid out for a blanket picnic.
By Josh & Jen Brown4 years ago in Horror
Ungrateful
I never knew my Uncle John well. After the sea took him, my teacher Miss Delaney had said he had drunk "too many beers to be steering that boat right." Mr. Dunn said, "he should never have been out there in that storm." But Mrs. Jepsen, from over there on First Street, told me it was because he was not grateful enough for the sea; he never gave it the respect it deserved. "If you don't give thanks for what the sea gives you, all the lost spirits come back for ya," she used to whisper in my ear when I finished raking her leaves, as I sipped warm cider from a mug that read 'Mondays are for the Birds."
By Marsha Saunders4 years ago in Horror
The Lake of Time
"Fools tell foolish tales - and to foolish tales, there is no end. They're spun from the same yarn that makes the shaky foundations of that lake in Scotland - supposedly home to a 'monster' that is more an elephant's trunk put digitally - and rather callously - over the surface of an otherwise rather unremarkable body of water; 'Ness-tled' away from the grandeur of much more majestic highlands - and far from memorials of war heroes and castles of folklore. Legends are men and women who fought to achieve greatness, not myths that are blown away by the faintest gust of wind on an otherwise unremarkable night."
By Sachal Aqeel4 years ago in Horror
It Happened on 10/31/23
Despite the NO TRESPASSING signs posted outside Crimson House, Cyrus Colton knew the young people would come, the way they always did every Halloween.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡4 years ago in Horror