Writing

I Am a Therapist for Paranormal Survivors

A Book by Spider Rose

Dorthea is a therapist for paranormal survivors. She is sharing the stories of patients treated by her family over the years

I Am a Therapist for Paranormal Survivors Pt. 2: S..

A Story by Spider Rose

Dorthea shares the stories of Solomon and Jericho, two patients who were influenced and possibly possessed by the evil owners of their respective home..

I Am a Therapist for Paranormal Survivors Pt. III:..

A Story by Spider Rose

Dorthea describes a patient from before her time. Lost in the bayous of Lousiana, a diseased patient was made to worship a being of pestilence.

I Am a Therapist for Paranormal Survivors Pt. 1: ..

A Story by Spider Rose

Dorthea shares the story of Teddy, the only survivor of a home besieged by a demon.

Crucify Me

A Poem by Night Jasmine

Love is a form of possessionTwo become one, sometimes involuntarilyInfatuation smells like frankincense and myrrhLust fills every pore and crevice of ..

Voices

A Story by Lev821

What can Ian do about the voice and headache inside his mind that he is convinced is a demonic possession?

Ecstasy

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

Sensuality.

My Mom was Possessed.

A Book by FanFicFanatic

a Divorcee Mom is about to be possessed by a Demon, and only her Teenage Daughter would have to think of something to rescue her mom.

Midnight Caller.

A Chapter by FanFicFanatic

Chapter 1: Midnight Caller.It was around 11:00 PM, in a town called Canton, at a house in a shaded, gated, tree lineneighborhood, Theresa Powell was s..

Theresa is being led into the dark forest.

A Chapter by FanFicFanatic

Chapter 2: Theresa is being led to the dark forest.About an hour later themysterious children led her into the dark forest, and left her in the dark f..

Theresa meets the Demon.

A Chapter by FanFicFanatic

Chapter 3: Theresa meets the demon.About an hour later Theresa went inside a large mansion,

A Dream of Home Runs

A Poem by LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa

In darkness, as the moon begins to shine,He roams, an empty vessel, no purpose, nor a sign,A tattered bat, its luster long gone,In his right hand, it ..