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“Referring to something as 'supernatural' is not to call it unreal or untrue - on the contrary. The existence of the term itself is a linguistic and cultural acknowledgment that inexplicable things happen which we identify as being somehow beyond the natural or the ordinary, and that many of us hold beliefs which connect us to spheres that exist beyond what we might typically see, hear, taste, touch, or smell. It resonates with the idea that even though we have advanced technologically, there still are elements and concerns that rest outside our arena of control or conscious understanding.”

“Instead of describing psychic phenomena as ‘paranormal,’ I prefer the term supernatural, because it refers to metaphysical or transcendental phenomena beyond human understanding. The supernatural does not adhere to natural laws, nor to parochial notions about what should be considered 'normal.' It can therefore not be conveniently 'explained away’ by physics or empirical science.”

“The last wendigo died in 1962, or so the story goes. Reputedly, he (it?) stood in front of the train to Churchill, Manitoba, believing that the train would stop for him, a supernatural being, and then he would be able to eat the passengers. The train ran him over. Sic transit gloria mundi.”

“The Dead of Winter by Stewart Stafford In truth, winter is the dead's season, Their graveyard chill touches Earth, The skeleton moon's danse macabre, As the darkened Sun heralds rebirth. Wild hunters of Christmas Eve skies, Mighty Odin or Arthur leading all, Hellhounds, fiery steeds, chase, To feast in a Valhalla or Camelot hall. Assemble at the hearth, my kindred, Share unnerving tales of gothic fright, Raised pulses as spectral guests join us, Frayed nerves spiked on this haunted night. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

“Moving slowly and silently as she always had when entering this house, Lynn made her way into the living room. Or what she’d remembered as the living room. As she looked around, the only things left were the cracked and peeling paint and the blackout curtains made obsolete by boarding the property. Lynn closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the dusty air to settle her feelings.”

“Over there, Dante, are three clever debunkers. You know what a debunker is? A person who lacks imagination, Dante. Who can only thrive in the world. Their dull creed replaced spirituality with a new god of economics. But what has that achieved? People are dissatisfied, bored, unfulfilled. Those three can do nothing but mock the intuitive and the creative. Like us, Dante, who flee the everyday world and seek a meaning through our endeavours. We are the fortunate ones.”

“These mysterious and unaccountable incidents by degrees impressed the minds of the inhabitants with terror that cannot be described; no woman or boy would go out of doors after sunset, on any account whatever, and there was scarcely a man who dust venture forth alone after the fall of evening. If they could have been sure that brownies and fairies had only power to assume the human shape, they would not have been nearly such peril and perplexity; but there was no form of any thing animate or inanimate, save that of a lamb, that they were sure of; they were of course waylaid at every turn, and kept in continual agitation.”

“En una calurosa y sofocante noche de verano… Maruyama Ōkyo se despertó de un intranquilo sueño para contemplar a una muerta. Era joven, hermosa y pálida. De una lividez sobrenatural. Se podía atisbar su piel exangüe furtivamente entre los pliegues de su holgado kimono funerario de color blanco hueso. Su descolorida apariencia contrastaba con las estrechas hendiduras de sus ojos negros y el largo cabello azabache que colgaba desgreñado de sus hombros. No tenía pies.”

“Clairintuitive psychic perception is way beyond the everyday gut feeling. It is not merely developed inner guidance or honed intuition, but instead a metaphysical gift of prophetic proportions. It is intuition on supernatural steroids.”

“No, he focused on the one thing that he knew would keep him grounded the way the demon said he'd need to be. "Take your brother outside as fast as you can - don't look back. Now, Dean, go!" Sam's not dying. Not on my watch. You protect your family no matter what. I'm coming for you, Sammy. Just hold tight. And don't look back. He opened his eyes. Behind him, he could hear Kat's voice muttering an incantation in a language he didn't recognize. It wasn't Latin, certainly. Since it was demon magic, it was probably some language that was even more dead than Latin. The chanting stopped. Dean screamed.”

“I know if I died tonight, I would die a happy man at peace with myself knowing Gloria’s story would finally be told—a mysterious and astonishing story that defies the timeworn precepts of modern psychology and psychiatry—where insanity, genius, the metaphysical, and the mystery of life come together to beguile and confound our contemporary understanding of the mind and its limitless powers to heal. Dr. Adam Jaxon”

“Just as a door can be opened from the inside to allow us out, the same door can allow the outside in. The inhabitants of Dy5topia, namely the 'nOmen'―picture 1940’s style, film noir gangsters, that possess dark 'supernatural' powers―engage in behaviors that allow them 'passage' into our world...where encounters can and do occur.”

“Laine had been very proud of herself last night. Nicholas had talked about ghosts and magic and woven a bit of a spell himself. He'd sounded so convincing, so logical, so sad, that she'd found herself wanting to believe him. But testing prods at his argument had made him angry, and long years with Gavin had taught her that angry, defensive people shared the lousy habit of being wrong.”

“The images start to darken and she feels another hunger well up in her, this one having to do with another kind of desire. The desire to feed, to possess, and the aggressive thrill of a predator capturing and killing its prey as it tears into unspoiled flesh. Its teeth ripping and rending and the satisfying coppery taste of blood. There is the ultimate moment of surrender of drinking away the life essence. The pinnacle of lust which mounts in the very last breath, when the light drains from the victim's eyes and when the soul fades... Then there is only a triumphant cry to the moonlight and the beckoning depths of the ever waiting water.”