supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
King of the Shadow Throne
He sat in the darkness of his hall, alone. This barren castle with the memories screaming in perpetual darkness, he sat brooding on the centuries, his losses, his wasteful onslaught that brought nothing as reward. Wreaking havoc just because he could, in the past his bloodlust and anger were legendary. Countless lives laid waste by his hand, millions of people drained for his sustenance. This Knight of death once almost destroyed civilization, but with many victories came many sorrows. Armies rose against him, and armies fell, at one point in time he was unstoppable. Dracula, The King of the Shadow Throne, The Elder Immortal, Lord of all Vampire. As he reflected on his past, sitting in his dark hall alone, the world outside past by without a notice. The dawn never touched the interior, it only darkened the shadows and cast a dreary, ever-present mist over most of the ground. The cursed land for miles around his castle that laid at the base of two enormous mountains whose names have been lost in time, like it’s lord, lost in the deep pages of history, no longer a myth or legend, forgotten entirely.
By Dalton Rogers5 years ago in Horror
Heart's Call
What I do is not, strictly speaking, urban exploration. At least, not in the most technical sense of the phrase. Yes, broadly, I do plumb the depths of old and moldering buildings and structures, but I like them quiet, isolated, distant. Far from the cities or even the suburbs. Out in the country or the woods, where everything is still half-wild, where decay is the natural state of the things we’ve built. Certain folks may quibble that what I’m describing is literally the essence of urban exploration, but there is no urban to speak of where I go. No suburban either. And besides, they’re not telling the story, so if I want to make broad, poetic statements about my hobbies, they can type up their furious complaints and counterarguments when I post this. Or they can shove them up their asses. I’m not picky.
By Griffen Bernhard5 years ago in Horror
The old blue barn
The old blue barn. The last time I was here, felt like my last day on Earth. I get out of my car and glance towards the yellow grass surrounding the blue building. Walking towards it, memories come rushing back. I can’t believe I used to live here; now it’s abandoned and covered in graffiti. After that night, my parents made sure never to come back here..
By Yoallitl C Moreno5 years ago in Horror
Mission Complete
The approval from his loyal followers was what fueled his motivation. A thrill shot through the fibers of his muscles and nerve endings every time that green light lit up on his webcam. The sensation was his drug. He loved being the center of attention and as an up-and-coming U-Vid influencer, Braden Foster was right where he belonged.
By Kimberly Anne5 years ago in Horror
LASSITER MASSACRE
He was psyched to finally be at the Old Lassiter Massacre barn, in Bear Claw, South Carolina . Ryan had been a paranormal investigator for twenty years. After being tormented by an evil spirit as a younger child, he never wanted to feel that fear again. His parent’s were afraid that he might be a little too fearless and open a box he couldn’t close. The Lassiter Massacre barn carried a lot of pain. Purchased by Abigail and Ulysses Lassiter in 1675, the barn was a torture chamber. They owned many slaves, and they were well respected in their community. Slaves would be tortured and experimented on. There is a story of a slave woman by the name of Mattie. She had her unborn baby ripped from her womb. Her spirit is said to haunt the property. A neighbor reported a description of an apparition that resembled Mattie running towards the cherry tree by the barn. loud screams were reported coming from the barn. No one had been in the barn for at least twenty years. The last person to enter the barn went by the name Henry Riesen. The story is that Henry wanted to visit the location out of curiosity. When he returned home he was possessed and tried to kill his wife and children. His wife was courageous enough to grab their children and run next door to call the police. Henry was placed in a psychiatric ward.
By Brittany Fuller5 years ago in Horror
Like Corn, We Grew In The Night
“Feels like a different world out here,” Diana said softly, and in her voice I heard the same unease I had felt since we had turned off the main road. I looked over at her. The partially open window was tugging stray strands of hair from the braid I had attempted that morning, and in the tilt of her head and lift of her chin I saw so many echoes of her mother that it caused a physical ache. She was watching the landscape flicker past with a slight frown. The corn had grown old; endless fields of it rose and fell in gentle swells on either side of the car, the stalks and fibrous leaves turned honey-rust and shivery in the October cold. Ahead, the sky was a rapidly spreading panoramic bruise: a gentle blue on either side, darkening into mottled mauve and metallic violet in the center. Hanging plumes of dust kicked up by our passage obscured the way back, closing off retreat.
By Christopher Abel5 years ago in Horror
My Coming of Age Ghost Story. Runner-Up in Identity Challenge.
Where was I? Rather, When was I? I seemed to be standing on the same piece of ground I knew so well, but like a slide projector, time was flickering away in front of me. I was a child. The room was crowded and warmed by the body heat. Loud, crowded, safe. A fire was burning. I kept trying to get close to it and my mom kept pulling me away. How the flaming red embers allured me, crumbling to ash after being so alive just moments before. The blue-green at the very center of the flame, I wanted to live in that place. Always warm, always protected.
By M.C. Murphy 5 years ago in Horror
Consequences
“Explore the abandoned hospital, Jordan said. It’ll be fun, George said. I’m surprised Henry went along with this… he pisses himself just walking out of his parent’s basement if the lights off.” Jessica grumbled as she walked down the dark hallway. “Nobody said anything about monsters. I am so going to kill all three of them when I get the chance.” Jessica paused, and sighed. “Well, if the monster doesn’t kill them first.”
By Patrick O'Connor5 years ago in Horror
