supernatural

The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.

The Black Book
My heels clicked on the linoleum floor as I made my way to my office. My employees greeted me with respect as I went. I stepped into my office making sure to lock the door behind me. After what the book put me through last month I would hate for anyone to see what's in it.
By Juniper Abernathy 5 years ago in Horror
The end is the Beginning
The end is the beginning of a circular story. And for that I am sorry. That was all she read in the little black b0ok that caught her eye at the thrift store before she tucked it in the crook of her elbow and carried on. She needed a blouse for a job interview on Wednesday morning so she continued browsing until she thought she had one that might fit.
By Madison Ehnes5 years ago in Horror
The keeper of worlds
The wrought iron gates scraped against Eloise's teeth as she wedged them open enough to slip through, ripping her way through the tangle of creeper vines. The moon cast shadows through the twisted, gnarly fig trees looming overhead. Frogs croaked, and cicadas sounded in the woodlands around her. Her ears pricked, listening for anything that shouldn't be.
By Shannon Jensen5 years ago in Horror
I Didn’t Turn Into a Goat
“Would you like any hot or cold drin-.” “Hello, it’s your pilot speaking. We will arrive at London Heathrow airport in 45 minutes. Thank you for flying with British Airways.”
By Halimat Salami5 years ago in Horror
Maybe
I always loved going to thrift stores, auctions and estate sales. Rummaging through other people's old and discarded belongings fascinated me. I'm not sure why, but it did. Every now and then I would stumble upon something worth taking home and calling my own. That was the fun part. Maybe that's why it fascinated me. Maybe.
By Dark Night5 years ago in Horror
A Dragon in Disguise
Amara stood outside The Boastful Roast coffee shop, her mother’s journal clenched to her chest, wondering whether she could ever again have the courage to be genuine in a room of cheerful faces and warm embraces. She knew it was a mirage, but the entire world seemed to have lost its luster now that her mother wasn’t part of it. Her bank called. The rep inquired as to why her account had suddenly grown by one hundred thousand dollars. Amara heard the hint of suspicion in his voice, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say the words “My mother died” out loud. So she hung up on him. She exhaled and shouldered the coffee shop’s thick wood door. A cow bell announced her entry. She hurried through the doorway as a brisk New England cold chased her through the doorway and kissed her exposed neck. She tucked the notebook underneath her arm and used her free hand to grab her wallet out of her pocket. She stepped up to the counter and took a deep breath, savoring the distinct aroma of chocolate-infused coffee beans.
By R. Tilden Smith5 years ago in Horror
A Small Fortune
Sitting in Their cubicle, The Omnipotent One grinned begrudgingly to Themself as They wove Marcus’ life tapestry. Their manager stood over them while They worked. Every stitch in the tapestry was a choice or event in Marcus’ existence. The Omnipotent One sat at Their desk quickly changing the course of Marcus’ life by providing for him.
By Elizabeth Karns-Waters5 years ago in Horror
The Wishing Book
The smell of rain and dirt quickly saturated the way home. The rubbery bottoms of my Converses were starting to slip off the slick thin metal of my bike peddles. I can’t remember which way I needed to go. Was it take a left past the maple or before it? I hate first days of school! I couldn’t have just asked for a ride home from that dude who offered? He and I knew it was going to rain. Whatever, I know it’s somewhere up these hills. Maybe I can take a short-cut.
By Jacob Samuelson5 years ago in Horror
The Curse of the Wicked Wizard
Beginning As I was cleaning the basement of my family’s inheritance home that is now in foreclosure, I noticed there was a box labeled DO NOT TOUCH! I took the top off the box and I could not believe what I discovered newspaper articles, magazine clippings, and a little black book with $20,000.00 in it! I was flabbergasted and could not believe what I was seeing. I did not know if I was more shocked about the money or the way my grandfather died!
By Faith Walker5 years ago in Horror
The Appendix
Sometimes, within the brain's old ghostly house, I hear, far off, at some forgotten door, A music and an eerie faint carouse,
By John C Griffith5 years ago in Horror
The Shifting Tales of the Little Black Book
The Little Black Book was the name of the inn where my father died. He was traveling around the villages and had heard tales of a strange inn where the passerby would avoid but a vast fortune was rumored to be on display. Travelers like him had no choice but to stay in whatever accommodations were available nearby, and the Little Black Book was the only inn around for miles.
By Matthew Locker 5 years ago in Horror
The little black book
Able had entered the profession, a fit and lively young man, hoping he would be able to make moving on a little easier for the families of dead loved ones, make them look a bit more alive before their families said their final goodbyes. Using this as his motivation Able made his work his life, but his work was death. And slowly as his work became more of his life he became more of death until all that was left was a shell of a man looking for something to fill it, now gaunt appearance and the spark gone from his eyes. The rent did not help.
By N G-J5 years ago in Horror