supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Dark Side of Massachusetts
The Old Yarmouth Inn Restaurant and Tavern is located on Cape Cod in Yarmouthport. Built in 1696 this two story white colonial house is now a high quality restaurant and tavern. The restaurant consists of three dining rooms, an informal tavern, and an inn. It is the oldest inn in America. Before the Civil War the owners of the house were part of the Underground Railroad and had a secret room in the attic to hide runaway slaves.
By Rasma Raisters4 years ago in Horror
The Beginning of the End
Beginning of the End Looking back on it, there was no way to stop it. The cataclysmic event happened within minutes and would last what felt like a lifetime. The bloodshed wasn’t immediate, but the world slipped into madness shortly after the ships arrived. Everything good we once knew and loved was taken and destroyed. We were forced into submission by beings from a world other than our own. No one knew where they came from, and their intent with us was not immediately clear. The first few weeks were the worst. The ships arrived within seconds. It was just the three of us at the house when the ships came; I was on the couch with Kristen, and Lexi was on the porch. The TV glitched, with what seemed like black and green lines weaving in between the screen’s current program. We’d been binge watching the same show the whole weekend. Kristen got a hold of the remote first, my fingers still had a light coating of butter from the popcorn.
By Courtney Probus4 years ago in Horror
Dine With Ghostly Spirits
California Ghost of former owner Patrick's Roadhouse in Santa Monica, California is known for celebrity sightings, overstuffed omelets, and a shamrock decorated exterior. This is a narrow roadhouse which has inherited some ghosts form the buildings previous businesses like a motel, hot dog stand, brothel, and trolley station, One of the most active spirits is the last owner, Bill Fichier, who publicly likes to ridicule customers complaining about the food. From time to time he shows up to check on the restaurant and staff. A chef quit after seeing Fischier's ghost appear at the back of the restaurant and glaring at the him with dissatisfaction.
By Rasma Raisters4 years ago in Horror
Thalassophobia
The graveyard stretched out along the ocean as far as his eyes could see. He viewed the washed-out words and whispering waves while wandering a few more steps on the withered grass. Tickly, grippy grass massaged the bottoms of his little sneakers and itchy crunchy sand clung in between the grooves in the sole. In his hand, he grasped a dull yellow pointless shovel. He paused before jamming it into the ground next to a tombstone of grey rock. The shovel tipped over next to the sunken grave after he let go.
By Christine A.4 years ago in Horror
Where the Compass Leads
The dog days were being tamed by the sharp crack of the semester’s whip. Hastily. The long, lazy sun soaked days felt like distant memories. Replaced with the shorter, chillier autumn evenings, almost overnight. Gone were the mornings filled with nothing but an iced latte and making plans for what beach to hit up. Here were the not-enough-hour-days of barely enough sleep, supported by coffee IVs.
By Samantha Elisabeth4 years ago in Horror
Tentacles
"You're so much better than them. You don't even realize your potential." My big brother said to me. I was discouraged with school and tired of being bullied. It wasn't my fault that I had a sickness that only allowed me to take bird baths and wash ups. I couldn't submerge myself in water or take on a lot of water at once. My parents warned me that it would be dangerous for me. My brother had the same illness. Only difference is he had been home-schooled and my parents decided they wanted me to go to school like normal kids. That would be fine, but the bird bath and wash ups didn't always cover my stench.
By Tasha Matthew4 years ago in Horror
Sightless
The darkness is total and all-consuming. Goose flesh rises on my skin as the temperature drops, though I could swear we’ve descended deep enough into the earth that we should be able to feel magma churning around us. I find myself waiting for my eyes to adjust, but I know the only light down here will come from our head lamps, and we’re saving those until we’re in the water.
By Jessica Gonzalez4 years ago in Horror
The Lost Jewel
Her hands gripped tight around the cold stainless steel wine chiller, a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc leaning gently against the lipped edge. The sound of the ice rustled lightly as the ship swayed side-to-side. Charlotte usually dreaded this feeling, the sweat from the melting ice running an uncomfortably cool layer of moisture over her hands and the abrasive, metallic sound of her rings tapping against the sides would make her wince.
By Claire Burget4 years ago in Horror
The Blindness
My feet splash into the shallow dark water while I slowly lift my head, a gust of wind whistles past. The entrance to the cave enthralls me. Adorning the top rests the dead stare of a stone-carved animal head, which emanates an emerald green radiance from its sunken eyes. Dancing darkness escapes from the cave’s depths beckoning me to enter. I must answer its call. When the water moves, a soft echo reverberates throughout the cave.
By Karissa Becknel4 years ago in Horror
It Calls Me
I’m staring out the window across my boyfriend’s newest travel/romantic getaway destination. A vast expanse of glistening clear water peaks from between what seems like a forest of trees. (But, everything on the far western side of Washington kind of feels like you’re smack dab in the middle of a forest.) My heart rises and plummets in unison.
By V. N. Roesbon4 years ago in Horror
