supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR
Chapter 1: The First Glitch Maya stared at her reflection, tying her hair into a messy ponytail. It was 6:45 AM on a Monday—too early for a sixteen-year-old to function properly. Her uniform hung loosely on her thin frame, and dark circles under her eyes told the story of another sleepless night.
By A Psychologist about 5 hours ago in Horror
THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR
Chapter 1: The First Glitch Maya stared at her reflection, tying her hair into a messy ponytail. It was 6:45 AM on a Monday—too early for a sixteen-year-old to function properly. Her uniform hung loosely on her thin frame, and dark circles under her eyes told the story of another sleepless night.
By A Psychologist about 5 hours ago in Horror
The House at the End of Willow Lane
I moved to Willow Creek in early 2026, eager for a fresh start after years of living in a crowded city where every night sounded like honking cars and distant sirens; the house I found was an old two‑story with faded blue siding and a wrap‑around porch that gave it an almost storybook charm, and at first glance, it looked like the perfect place to rebuild my life — quiet, secluded, and surrounded by tall pines that rustled softly in the wind like whispered lullabies.
By The Curious Writerabout 9 hours ago in Horror
The Disappearance of the Sodder Children (1945)
This case is widely considered one of America’s most baffling missing-person mysteries. Five children disappeared on Christmas Eve 1945. Officially, they died in a house fire. But investigators later discovered something deeply unsettling: There was never any evidence their bodies were in the fire. Not a single bone... Not a single tooth... Nothing!
By Veil of Shadows2 days ago in Horror
Splattered In Your Smile
The suns treacherous kiss baking my blood stained shirt yet I am unsure how I managed to live or if my little Maxine is okay. After she plunged the machete into my chest, I can only hope she took off like a bat out of hell. I kind of feel for the kid, thinking she had to murder her only parental influence since I found her suckling on her mother deceased corpse.
By Magnar Arne4 days ago in Horror
The Day I Reached My Own Mountain. AI-Generated.
The Day I Reached My Own Mountain When I was a child, I often stared at the strange mountain in the distance. It loomed over the town like a giant, its rugged peak shrouded in mist. The adults called it "Mystic Peak," and though they told dark stories about it, my curiosity only grew. What secrets lay hidden atop that mountain? I dreamed of climbing it one day.
By Hamad Afridi 4 days ago in Horror
