short supernatural stories
“Bimpe! Tope! Funke!” my aunt’s voice pierced through the nightmarish haze in my mind. For the first time in three days, I was grateful to her for screaming this early in the…
Rena raised the six appendages beside her head and stared intently at the object on the table-like slab. The flower quivered but did not lift. “Rena! Concentrate!” her mother called from across…
I wake up with a scream, gasping for breath. My eyes move quickly around the room in panic as I try to make sense of where I am. It takes a while…