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The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Pripyat, Ukraine: The Abandoned Ghost City of Chernobyl
The Rise and Sudden Silence of Pripyat Pripyat, Ukraine, was established on February 4, 1970, as a model city in the Soviet Union, intended to be the home of the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant staff. It emerged to become a flourishing city inhabited by close to 50,000 people, comprising engineers, scientists, families, and kids, with shops fully stocked, kindergartens, schools, hospitals, a cultural palace with cinemas and gyms, sports halls, and an Olympic-sized swimming pool, among other amenities. Life was normal, with kids playing, people working, and the city alive with normal ambitions and aspirations powered by the promise of nuclear energy.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout an hour ago in Horror
Day 19: Loose Allegiances. Content Warning.
Day 19: Loose Allegiances This isn’t hard to deduce if you’re here. During said gap, I was told that Wolfman Patrick wanted everyone to catch up to the most notable now of our research. The two shifts typically saved for this exercise were spent getting shouted at by Coldman Jason in his office for insinuating that the Brochure has nothing new to contribute, starting the tenacious argument that will go on for days. He asked me to be open-minded; I scoffed at the disrespect and refused to apologize for throwing the book. Details were to be strictly ordered in chronological order, as remembered; my 'tampering' will not be tolerated, apparently. However, once the storm started, it became clear who paid attention to Harvest-woman April’s briefing. Fucking taking fault for anything that went wrong would be a gross additional neglect of attention to facts that are so ghastly important. Anyway, Day 10: The ‘Reign’ Begins.
By Willem Indigoabout 6 hours ago in Horror
The Invitation
It was just a card , standard postcard size , but very high quality. The card was an invite , there was an address in a high class expensive part of the city, and an offer of substantial financial remuneration for an hour of his time. A two way conversation would be expected and would be held in the library.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 6 hours ago in Horror
No, The Mothman Isn’t an Alien
Commentary A Lot of Things to a Lot of People The legendary Mothman has been a lot of things to a lot of people. And, in many respects, his mostly complex and evolving legend as a mythological creature made him one of the most unique and fascinating beings of his kind. That is until somebody – possibly a blogger on a cryptid or paranormal site – began to speculate that the Mothman is actually an alien.
By Dean Traylorabout 6 hours ago in Horror
Hello, Goodbye, Dad
I found the medium online, through a Facebook group. We made arrangements to meet. Her name was Delores Debato. She was big, fat, lumpy woman, with a freckled cheeks and bright red hair. She had a lot of tattoos, including eyeballs on the back of each hand.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡3 days ago in Horror
The Haunted Pen Factory at Kasem Bundit University: Bangkok’s Most Terrifying Abandoned Building
The Pen Factory of Kasem Bundit University: A Haunted History Located in the Kasem Bundit University campus, along Pattanakarn Road in Bangkok, Thailand, is one of the city’s most haunted yet abandoned structures: an old pen factory covering 80 acres of land. Presently, the ruins of this industrial giant are seen standing silently, decaying under the scorching sun. However, the silence is more than just peaceful. Rumors of ghosts, mishaps, and other haunted experiences are associated with this ruined industrial giant, making it an urban legend of the city of Bangkok.
By Kyrol Mojikal4 days ago in Horror
The Circleville Letters - The Town That Was Watched
There are some names that stay with you... When I was a kid, I had a best friend who lived one block from my house. His mother’s name was Mary. Their last name was Gillispie. I never thought twice about it. It was just the name on the mailbox. Just the woman who waved from the porch when we rode our bikes past her house in the late afternoon light.
By Veil of Shadows4 days ago in Horror
