Welcome to the Twisted World of the Supernatural: Curated by Douye Soroh.

  A dead body laying down on the bed. The Night Shift at Miller’s Creek It was one hell of a day to be stuck on the graveyard shift. Bella sighed, leaning back in her creaky chair at the Miller’s Creek Memorial Hospital in the heart of suburban Pennsylvania. She complained inwardly, keeping her mouth shut to avoid a lecture from her supervisor. It was a crisp Friday night in October, and she’d had plans for dinner and a movie. Instead, a frantic call had pulled her in to cover for one of the other morticians. Working as a morgue attendant for the past four years had exposed Bella to things beyond human comprehension. She had seen the quiet, cold aftermath of life in all its forms. That was exactly why she hated working weekends; she preferred spending her Friday nights with the living, enjoying the warmth of a crowded room rather than the silence of the basement. A Cold Beginning Bella looked around her cramped office. It was a depressing little box with a single metal desk and an ...

The goddess   The water goddess was so bored in her domain and everything her subjects did irritated her, that she banished a few to lesser rivers and had a few beheaded all this she did without a thought of the protests from the council who felt she was turning into a tyrant and they could have none of such in their kingdom.  It had been since tradition that when the goddess turned twenty years old she was to produce an heir that would take over from her at the age of ten. But the council was shocked to see their goddess turning twenty-five years old and had refused every available male from her domain and other faraway domains hence they felt she was turning into a tyrant so they hitched a plan to imprison her in the blackest of the sea belly where even the bravest of heart dare not ventured. The plan was for them to trap the goddess with the chain of confusion which would render her senseless and easy to apprehend but unfortunately, she got wind of their plans and esc...

  ⁵ "A father and son’s hunting trip turns into a fight for survival against a 'wrong-angled' beast in this chilling tale of American folk horror. Read now."     The Silence of the Hollows The woods of Northern Appalachia were unnaturally quiet. A weak breeze stirred the highest leaves of the ancient oaks, but it failed to penetrate the dense, suffocating canopy that loomed over the forest floor. It was mid-morning, a time when the American wilderness should have been alive with the chaotic symphony of nature—the drumming of woodpeckers, the chatter of squirrels, and the rustle of foraging deer. Yet, the path lay shrouded in a permanent, sickly shadow that felt more like a physical weight than a lack of light. No birds sang. No insects hummed. Even the crickets—those relentless night singers that usually lingered into the damp dawn of the valley—were silent. The air felt heavy, like the atmosphere inside a forgotten tomb, smelling faintly of damp earth and something e...

A man holding a gun in an alley and yelling Author's Note: This is a work of fiction The Prisoner "You can do to me anything, but don't kill me," Gerard was pleading to his captors, as the most senior officer in the base who had just been captured by one of the most dreaded terrorist groups. They all laughed hard with spittle flying about from some of them, and others even rolled on the ground with glee, mocking and humiliating him. They videoed him getting undressed and naked while they whipped him. "So you can beg, eh?" one of the terrorists was laughing while using a stick to hit his balls. Gerard moaned in pain but could do nothing. He prayed his torment would end and he could rest from such humiliation. He was sad knowing his parents' hearts would be broken if they saw this video of him, but he had no regret in serving his country to bring peace and harmony to the world. He grunted when someone hit him at the back of his leg as he fell. Breathing ha...

Love of God How would you feel if you were tormented by a ghost? How would you feel waking up to see one in your bed? How would you feel realizing the nightmare you just had was real? These were the questions Jacinta asked herself every day. Her nightmare began when she was thirteen, the year her grandmother died. One afternoon, Jacinta was alone in her room when she saw her grandmother standing there. Shock froze her; she opened her mouth to scream, but her grandmother clapped a cold hand over it. "Hush, my little diamond," the old woman whispered. "Grandma is here for you. Do not make a noise. I will remove my hand slowly, alright?" Jacinta nodded. Her grandmother released her. "You're dead," Jacinta stammered. Her grandmother laughed softly. "Oh, my little diamond. I'm not dead—just mistaken for it." "I saw your body in the morgue!" "Yes, you did. That was the mistake I made, and why I've come for you." "Wh...