supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Damsel or Enchantress
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away lived a mystical enchantress. The way of her life was unknown to the villagers, as she resided deep in the woods as far as she could manage to seclude herself. The villagers would tell their children tales of children that would go missing once they ventured into the woods in order to keep them from wandering too far into the Evergreens. The tales kept the children safe, yet every once in awhile adult males would randomly go missing. Most figured that those who vanished met their fate with a bear or another beast of the woods failing to truly believe in the tales they told their young ones.
By The Liv Chapters5 years ago in Horror
After Dark
Chapter 1: Zane Nash is immortal. He takes girls to use as his personal blood source. He had every intention of doing the interview and letting Susie go. But one look in her eyes and he knew that just wasn't possible. He wouldn't just use her for blood. He would make her his and he would not stop even if it killed them both.
By Rebecca Loretta Arbic5 years ago in Horror
The Witches Revenge
Part 1 Duke Thomas and Duchess Lillian Hardings were married on August 16th 1525, being promised since birth, when they were both just 14 years of age. During their marriage they had 18 children, Edward March 12th 1526, Elizabeth and Everly February 2nd 1527, Ethan and Emmanuel January 13th 1529, Elodie and Eden August 9th 1530, Elijah and Edgar July 30th 1531, Ella-Rose April 21st 1533, Evan June 18th 1535, Esmerelda and Eva September 8th 1536, Essylt November 10th 1538, Emeline May 25th 1540, Elliott and Everett December 1st 1542 and Ezra October 14th 1543. Surprisingly, despite the times of disease, all 18 children survived childhood, they had strong genes, incredible wealth and were very healthy.
By Bree-Amethyst S G-M5 years ago in Horror
Strange, Weird but True!
It was early spring in the year of our lord 1999. LOL sorry I just love that intro! This experience happened some time ago. I was on assignment for the military in South Korea. It was a Friday like all other Fridays. PT in the morning or "physical training" for you civilians. A quick 3 mile run some calisthenics and hit the showers to make it to chow before heading out to the worksite.
By Alexander Howard5 years ago in Horror
Johnny Angel
The sign, enormous and neon and broken, displayed the name of the Diner proudly: EDGAR O'MAHONY'S DINER. And what an atrocious mouthful. It could have just been Mel’s for fuck’s sake. The place snapped back at my derision in bright yellow letters: JUKE, BURGERS, MALTEDS on a sign posted in the window.
By Rosie Room5 years ago in Horror
Joystick Demon
I have always been a sucker for a wink and a smile... add to them THE three magic words, and I quite quickly become a hopeless cause. Her name was Lily, and I was 19. “If I knew then what I know now” is what every coffee sipping old timer that sits at my counter says, daily. After tonight though, I doubt I’ll ever reach a stage of grey that gives me the right to quote it. You see, Lily dared me. Those three damned magical words... “I dare you,” winking and smiling. So potently powerful, they make me, for all of the un-apologies of the word, incorrigible!
By Dresden James5 years ago in Horror
Tater Time
Tater Town Cast aside the shadows and the doubts of where they are going and where they had been, the fistful of weary travelers stumbled into “Tater town Café and all you can eat Potato bar and diner” at a little bit before midnight to ease their achy bones. Weary from the road, the travelers were halfway home, a long lonely drive across the plain states with a stop here in Carson, Nevada. Unbeknownst to them, they were in for the night of their lives!
By Patrick Roberts5 years ago in Horror
Grimoire
Through the pouring rain, I watched as a man exited a taxi and enter the diner in which I was sitting. I looked up from my newspaper in the early morning hours for the man's uncomfortable disposition caught my eye. He was well dressed, of average height and build, but there was something about him that made me uneasy. His average stature was cloaked in a long duster and a dark red shirt with black slacks, all drenched from the rain. He carried with him only a small notebook that seemed to be bound in crude leather. As I felt myself beginning to stare, our eyes met and I quickly diverted my gaze back to my newspaper.
By Josh Pancake5 years ago in Horror
