supernatural

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

Hayden Manor
Sir Adam Hayden sat comfortably in his chair, with a nice cup of tea in hand. The sun was right above the head, shining brightly, a rare occurrence in the damp english weather.
By Syed Arabi Khalique5 years ago in Horror
The River Where I Sleep
Alongside a flowing river, a poster blows into the water. It is Maddy Murch, age 9. She has long brown hair and a smile that still shines through the faded, dingy and torn paper. The word MISSING printed above her head is barely legible. Several locals claimed to have seen her throughout the years, but unfortunately, it wasn’t her body they saw, it was her soul.
By Patricia Mc Manus5 years ago in Horror
Dancing With The Devil
He sat in his house with a grim look on his face. The time had come - he had been training for this night, and he was ready to face his strongest enemy, the one that had plagued him for many years, and the one he was very ready to be rid of.
By Gabriel Mohr5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
To the sole beneficiary, I was more than a little insulted when I saw the back of you that day. I suppose you find it surprising to find yourself addressed on the first page of this little black book, but there you are. It’s been ten years by my count, but I know it will be many more before you read this. It comes to you as my price for the fortune you are to inherit from me. When you have read it, everything I had will be yours. The house. The fortune. The lands. The secrets.
By Frank W Law5 years ago in Horror
Grimoire of Adair Jones (Entry 3)
Author's note: Entry 1 and 2 available on my profile also, I've uploaded a trailer to this series on Youtube. Link: Entry 1 - https://promotion-survey.today/horror/grimoire-of-adair-jones%3C/p%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cdiv class="css-1htaxga-Flex">
By Kureha Durant5 years ago in Horror

Lou's Diner

I fled the night I found the money. My husband didn’t attend his mother’s funeral, but he was there for the posthumous legal proceedings that awarded him his inheritance. I knew he’d received a hefty sum, but, given his paranoia, I assumed he wouldn’t cash a check that large. As it turned out, I was wrong. Nate must have thought our steel, padlocked shed was safer than the rickety town bank with its half-asleep teller.

By B. Miller 5 years ago in Horror

The Whims of the Wicked

There it was. Finally. She had truly tracked it down. After a long and arduous trek in uncharted Amazonian jungle territory, blindly following her directions in the hostile environment, their lot could finally feast their eyes on the sight before them. The Aeducan. The fabled pirate ship itself; said to have plundered countless empires throughout the ages, pillaging with no discrimination the ancient Greeks, the Persian Empire, the Romans, the Huns, and even the Egyptians during Cleopatra’s era. It seemed impossible then, but traces of the Aeducan were to be found everywhere in local legends and old wives’ tales; it still seemed impossible now, despite the evidence before them.

By Sacha Rondeau5 years ago in Horror

Lucky Strike

Lucky Strike For a man with the nickname of Lucky, James Armstrong was anything but. He was born to a wealthy South Carolina family before the Civil War. He attended the finest schools and even attended West Point. But the War changed everything for him. The Battle of Chancellorsville cost him his left hand when his pistol backfired, ending his war with the pull of a trigger. But that was only the first of his travails as he arrived home to find nothing more than a burned out husk of his family plantation. A few weeks of searching later found his mother on her deathbed, devastated by Lucky's fathers death at the hands of the very slaves he had grown up around. With little more than the twenty dollars that represented the remainder of his family’s wealth, Lucky made his way west to make his own fortune. But James Armstrong found still more misfortune ahead of him.

By Shawn Kneupper5 years ago in Horror

The Soul Notebooks

The Soul Notebooks (Inspired in part by the folk tale, “The Tinder Box,” by Hans Christian Andersen) I’d been driving my big rig all night and was looking for a place to pull over for a morning nap when I spotted a car smashed up against one of the giant saguaro cactuses that dominates this part of the Arizona desert. As I slowed down to get a better look, I saw an old woman in the driver’s seat struggling with her seat belt and grimacing in pain. I parked next to her and got out to see if I could help. She was clutching her arm and moaning while she continued to fiddle with the seat belt latch.

By James Kline5 years ago in Horror

I Live Near a Witches' Hut

At least once a week, I pass by a witches' hut on my way home from someplace. Or when I go out someplace. The reason why is in order to leave where I live at, you have to pass by a couple of homes. One of which being a witches' hut.

By drkenny5 years ago in Horror

Blank Pages

The fat drops of rain pelted the leaves above Dylan’s head as he waited patiently in the shadows of the night. The soft yellow glow beaming from the window danced as the figures inside moved quickly. The father was grabbing his shoes and slipping them on his feet. The mother was dressing their kids in raincoats. Dylan could feel his heart in his throat, and the sweat accumulating on his palms was even noticeable in spite of the rain.He had been watching the family for weeks. Observing their every move from a distance. And still he was having doubts. Could he pull this off? He had to. His sister was counting on it.

By Jeremy Smith5 years ago in Horror

A New Meaning to Drink Myself to Death

“You’re on your way… right?” My friend Finn spoke from the other line, not even bothering with pleasantries. “I’m up and I’ll be out the door in no time at all.” I responded, walking into the small bathroom, in my apartment, stuck right in the middle of nowhere, Maine.

By Nick Teodosio5 years ago in Horror