supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
He wasn't Santa. Content Warning.
He wore black instead of red and he had a gaunt face. His teeth were yellow and jagged. He spoke in a dialect not of this world. There was a lot of clicking of his forked tongue when he spoke. He handed little Judy Miller a shiny red box. She took it and watched as the creature walked out the front door. She stood there a moment or two looking at the package. She wanted to open it. The present was from Santa, or so she thought. She placed it under the tree and headed up to her bedroom. She curled up all nice and comfy in her bed. She fell asleep and entered a nightmare. She went downstairs to find her parents, Stacy and Jeff butchered beyond recognition. She also found her little brother Donny; he was dead as well. She woke up crying.
By DJ Robbins3 months ago in Horror
The Screams Beneath the Floorboards. AI-Generated.
Old houses make noise. They creak, groan, and sigh as if remembering things they were never meant to keep. That’s what I told myself when I first heard it—a faint sound beneath my feet, barely louder than the wind slipping through cracked windows.
By David John3 months ago in Horror
OBLIT
This is me. My name is Oblit. It's odd, isn't it? I live on an island. Well, at least I think I do. I haven't seen anyone else in a long time, so I assume I do. I live inside a little house - it's quaint. A five-windowed bungalow, built on a street with only half-constructed houses all around. The lights don't light up at night - and the various concrete and plaster walls that decorate the plain green field only serve as props to my living. I live inside 1557 Rangolin Street. One front door, one back. A modest little backyard with benches and various plants sprouting from scattered pots. Two sets of gardening tools, one for me, one in case I forgot the other.
By Albert Xiong3 months ago in Horror
Part 6 Vampire Story
So here I was. Now I had a whole dysfunctional family, and they were vampires. Hermosa and Ivory were sharing the same bedroom. She wanted to share my room with me. Not hardly. I didn’t want to get that friendly. She seemed to be fascinated with the weather up here. I couldn’t understand it. It was becoming winter. The sun began to disappear more quickly and hover around the horizon as people prepared for all of the months of darkness.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 months ago in Horror
He's Close
DON’T WAKE DADDY Daddy is already asleep when you open the box. The plastic board smells faintly of dust and something older, like a closed room that hasn’t been aired out in years. The cardboard stairs are chewed at the edges, softened by hands that once trembled as they moved tiny plastic children upward.
By Christina Nelson 3 months ago in Horror
5 Most Haunted Objects in History: From Annabelle to Robert the Doll
I have a confession to make: I am obsessed with European history, specifically castles. There’s something about a stone fortress that feels like a magnet for the paranormal. In my mind, every castle is haunted, usually by a lady in a white dress, a headless nobleman, or (the absolute worst) creepy ghost children.
By Areeba Umair3 months ago in Horror
