supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Season Of The Witches
January, 1706 {Salem, Massachusetts} It's been 12 years since the witch hunts in Salem had come to an end but the hangings never stopped. Still, everywhere around the world young women were prosecuted for practicing science. The people never ceased their superstitions and anything that went against God was put in the ground.
By Fiona Millea5 years ago in Horror
The Execution Of A Demon
Why can’t I just die? Troy sobbed, sticking his fingers deep into his mouth, plunging them into the warm, wet tissue in the back of his throat. With a full-body wretch, the last of the pills he had swallowed spewed out. Please, let me die. He laid his head against the toilet bowl, a long cry escaping his lips. Mucus dripped from his nose and drool ran from his mouth, both joining the procession of tears that fell into the bowl beneath his face. The smell of bile burnt his nose. His lips curled away from his teeth.
By Jayres Green5 years ago in Horror
The Suburban Neighbourhood Secret
Within the Greaten Suburbs lies a Secret. Jackson Hearst and his family had just moved to the Greaten Suburb Neighbourhood, moving from a loud, busy city to the quiet, empty suburban. The Hearst family consisted of Jackson, his husband Terence, their adopted twin daughters, Naomi and Talia who are 6 years old, their adopted son, Harvey who is 3 years old, and Jackson’s biological son, Orin who is 9 months old. Through surrogacy, with a donor egg and a volunteer surrogate mother, they were able to have their own son, Jackson and Terence had decided that Jackson’s genes were better, due to a hereditary condition that Terence’s family had.
By Bree-Amethyst S G-M5 years ago in Horror
Justice for Paige Johnson
The hearing to set the trial of Jacob Bumpass occurred on October 27, 2020. He is being charged for abuse of a corpse and tampering with evidence. His charges involve Paige Johnson, a young mother from Covington, Kentucky who vanished on September 23, 2010. She was with Bumpass that evening. He claimed he dropped her off at 5th and Scott Blvd in Covington, Kentucky. However, his cellphone pinged at a location in Clermont, County Ohio early September 24, 2010. After being out with Bumpass that evening, no one ever saw Paige alive again.
By Marc Hoover5 years ago in Horror
Beneath the Skin
I can remember the feeling of loss. The pain can brighten one’s life to a point where all you can do is just smile. I can see the moment so clearly, I was about ten years of age and I could picture my mother lying in her laced bed. She whispered to my father about something grave, but it seemed as if my father had no care. Her completion was becoming pale as if she had tasted poison. Few weeks flew by and my mother grew weaker, eventually dying. We had a funeral for her the following week. We had no relatives attend the funeral, for all had died by some 'disease'. During the burying of my mother, a tear dropped down from my eye as if the world had changed meaning. Looking up at my father I had seen a faint smile upon his face. I knew from then on I had no one to count on, not ever.
By Ghoulishtale Studios5 years ago in Horror
And So, I Wait
The long stone corridor, which once had been well kept and illuminated with torches, which in turn had hung from the polished brass sconces, was in disrepair. The only way to tell that the corridor existed at all was by the light of a single torch, held up by my own hand which was neither polished nor brass. Of course, I knew it was there before I arrived, because in the daytime when I usually passed by these ruins, it was quite visible. I passed the site hundreds of times before this night, but only now ventured within the crumbling stone walls, down into corridors that, like this one, were dark and foreboding. There was no real reason for me being there that night, save for the sense of adventure I had harbored for a long time. My footsteps echoed as I walked, making me certain that the corridor continued for quite some time, but I had no doubts or worries. I was alone, here, in the dark and the gloom. Water occasionally dripped from unseen sources, and a few times a large rat scurried across my path, as I wandered deeper into the abandoned ruins.
By Coby Thinks5 years ago in Horror
Spooky Attractions
Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays and times of the year. I am still not sure if Christmas beats it… Anyways, there is always something attractive in creeps in the dark, mysteries hidden in the shadows, secrets that may be unveiled. I think it is actually the main thrill and allure of the scare is to decide whether or not we want to know what's hidden, whether or not we want to see it and how far we can go to find out. Like, if you are at the graveyard would you actually want to know that afterlife exists and SEE a ghost? And if you do, then what?
By Tatiana Sitnik5 years ago in Horror
As It Is In Hell
What is it about the supernatural that intrigues human beings so much? Is it that we struggle to fathom the concept that there's more than the realm we experience? Or is it simply because we're all secretly obsessed with anything considered dark or taboo? I pondered these things on my way home from school yesterday when something told me to take a different route home. I can't say what it was exactly; not a voice, more like...a feeling. Like someone or something had implanted this vague thought into my mind and the next thing I knew, I was turning down a street I had never walked down before. The street was completely empty, which was odd for this part of town that's usually known for children playing in the yards, moms out walking with strollers, and teenagers playing basketball while blaring loud music. No, this street was different. Every house was quiet. Even the light from the setting sun seemed to morph from its once dazzling array of orange and gold to a dull stormy grey. I quickened my pace and kept walking, anxious to make it to the next street to my house. That's when I saw it. I don't know what made me turn and even look in this direction in the first place but there it was between two garbage bins filled with trash that looked and smelled like it had sat there for weeks. It was a book, old and worn. The cover was stained with god knows what and the pages had yellowed with time but there it was. I don't know what drove me to pick it up but the next thing I knew, I was running home with it neatly tucked under my arm as if the world was trying to steal it from me. The relief I felt entering my front door was breathtaking. But relief from what? What was I so anxious for? Why was I so dead set on bringing this book home? I put on a pot of coffee and sat down at the table with my new find. The cover had a strange symbol on the front that looked strangely like a pentagram merged with an upside down cross merged with...a goat head? I instantly knew I should have thrown it away. I was raised catholic after all. But then there was that vague thought in my head again that said..."open it." So I did. I can't even fully explain what happened next but the closest thing I can equate it to was a near death experience. You know how they say right before you die you experience your entire life all over again in the period of like five seconds? Well that's what happened except it wasn't my life I was looking at. I was seeing...people. People in agony. People screaming in torment and pain. But what was truly strange was that in the midst of all that, I felt none of the misery I was seeing around me. I felt like I was literally there next to these people but I was separated at the same time. Protected almost. Once the vision was gone I just sat there for a while trying to catch my breath. Once I could breath normally I decided to start reading. The book was basically an instruction manual for...something that I couldn't quite understand. But at this point I had to try and see what it was. I needed a dark room and candles. I ran to the storage closet and grabbed as many candles as I could find and placed them in a circle. Then I turned off the lights. I immediately felt like there was something else in the room with me but for some reason I didn't fear it. The next step was a passage I had to read aloud. Looking over it I realized it was a prayer...the Lord's Prayer in fact. But it had been altered.
By Robby Bristol5 years ago in Horror
The People In The Picture
It was in the middle of summer, but this day was cooler than the other days. I had a doctor's appointment that day to get to at a specific time. The time that we left was earlier than intended. It is always better arriving early than late. I took my phone out along the way to take some pictures. My appointment was outside of Marion that would take about 2 hours to get to. I had taken several pictures of all the things that had caught my attention. On a side road that was a shortcut, I could see a house behind the trees. I decided to take a picture of it. I only looked at the picture for a short time because there were several other spots that I had seen along the way that I wanted to take a picture of.
By Shelly Bartley5 years ago in Horror
