supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Folklore: The Eerie Curse of St Mary's Church
In a sleepy village in England nestled in a small wooded area there sits the ruins of a church. If you didn't know it was there you might miss it as the nature surrounding it has consumed it and camouflaged it well amongst the trees. It is one tree in particular situated on the grounds that this tale was born from. A single oak tree that has grown up through the middle of the church.
By A. N. Merchant 6 years ago in Horror
The hunt for the Kentucky wolfman
Ok so well, as the break ended and the sun rose I got in an argument with Steve over an idea to use his wife as creature bait due to her psychic abilities she would be able to attract the entity much easier, although Steve objected which got us in a little fight I swung a punch but Steve ducked and counter hit me in the face and then flipped me over his shoulder onto the RVs floor and I jump kicked Steve who flew out the half opened door and after grabbing a metal pellet gun I shot steve 20 times although Steve having a high pain tolerance kept on running thru and tackled me then head butted me and b-slapped me 10 times before pointing the gun point blank in my face “she is not a toy to use in your thrill-seeking scientific pursuit of that which is the paranormal doctor” he said to me, however as Steve cocked back the hammer I tried pleading with him, however the only thing that which stopped Steve right as he started to pull back the trigger was when his wife agreed to do it much to Steve’s shock “I understand the doctors desires Steven and I agree....ugh boys, so childish” she said as she went to take a shower.
By Dillion Peck 6 years ago in Horror
Harbinger
Sarah screamed from where she was bound and held down, her red eyes glittering with tears of fright, the hot salt-water trickling down her cheeks, the frigid air nearly freezing the skin where the liquid touched her. The jaws of terror held her fast, despite her struggle against her physical bonds.
By Morgan Ravensong6 years ago in Horror
LOST
On a day I find myself sitting on a swing made of oak, on a porch made of pine, by a house made of stone. Lazily swinging back and forth I stare out at the dying sun. My right hand reaches out to feel the cold stone as I swing alone in the dark green wood. Cold mist settles in, slowly creeping at my feet filling them with dread and longing. A longing for something lost.
By Maria Parsheva6 years ago in Horror
