supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Looking through Glass. Content Warning.
Darkness. Everywhere, darkness. I can't open my eyes! Why can't I open my eyes? My eyes feel like they're sewn shut, but I think they're just caked with something that's tearing out my eyelashes when I try to pry them open. Same difference in the moment, big difference in the end. My clumsy, cold fingertips claw at the crust until the tears flow freely and I can see reasonably well through the deluge.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemistabout a month ago in Horror
The House That Answers Back
Have you ever been inside a house that felt like it was listening to you? Not haunted in the dramatic, movie-jump-scare way—but aware. As if the walls were paying attention, the air was holding its breath, and every sound you made was quietly noted.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Horror
The Haunted Tower of London: Dark History, Ghost Stories, and Royal Tragedies
For almost a thousand years, the Tower of London has loomed along the River Thames as one of the most recognized—and spookiest—sites in the United Kingdom. Originally constructed by William the Conqueror in the 11th century, the Tower was first and foremost a fortress designed to secure Norman domination of England. However, as the Tower grew and matured as a structure and as a symbol of British history, it would come to serve many purposes simultaneously— royal residence, prison, treasury, armory, and even site of execution—no wonder it is associated with so many stories of ghosts and otherworldly experiences.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a month ago in Horror
Yeongdeok Haunted House: Korea’s Most Terrifying Abandoned Ghost House
The Yeongdeok Haunted House (영덕흉가), or simply Yeongdeok House, is a haunted mansion situated on a cliff overlooking the ocean within Yeongdeok County, North Gyeongsang Province, South Korea. It does not look any stranger than any typical old haunted house – two stories, paint peeling off, windows smashed, and a whole lot of disrepair. However, this haunted house has been a legend in Korea for many decades as being among the most haunted sites within the country.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a month ago in Horror
The Paranormal Digest for Dec 27, 2025
Well, we have reached the final digest for 2025, but fear not, it will be back and churning out the spooky in the New Year. This week, I am also adding something new to the regular features. While I love writing this stuff, fiction is really my main thing. With that in mind, I will be adding a weekly drabble (100-word story) into the mix. I hope it’s something you will all enjoy. We do have a bit of a theme this week, which I hope will be a howling good time for all, so let’s get to it.
By John Watsonabout a month ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON 2
Chapter 7 FATHER ELIAS’S JOURNAL: Entry 3: The Queen is not a demon, but a soul. A very angry, very vengeful soul. She is the mother of the asylum. Her spirit, and her profound grief, is what has been feeding on the patients' madness. She is what has been devouring them. She is the keeper of the lost. And she is now enraged.
By Tales That Breathe at Night2 months ago in Horror
The Sleepers of Mount Ararat
The Sleepers of Mount Ararat Mount Ararat rose like a monument swallowed by clouds. Its peak was always shrouded in snow, its slopes bare and littered with wind-scattered stones. A wilderness untouched by man, it had for centuries been fertile ground for legends. Some called it the resting place of Noah’s Ark, others whispered it was a prison for cursed spirits.
By Bülent ORTAKCİ2 months ago in Horror
Trespasser
My eyes flutter open, awaken by the soft glow of the sun’s ray invading through the curtain. Black out curtains, my ass. The morning haze fogs my mind and it takes a minute before I realized, the bed feels lighter. Four years of living together and I’ve come accustomed to the weight of another person lying next to me. “Yalissa?” Her name scrambles out of my mouth, a jumble mess of letter. I try again, more awake. “Yalissa.” No response. Where could she be? My brain still processing from its stroll in dreamland. I sit up, feeling each strand of my brown hair fall over my bosom. Better find a shirt first. I push the heavy quilted covers off to the side and reach for my beige colored T-shirt. Where is Yalissa? Throwing the shirt over my head, I push my hair out and let it fall on my back. My head turns to my cell phone displaying the time and the date. 7:42. December 25th. Shit. It’s Christmas.
By Iris Harris2 months ago in Horror
