Portal Avalon contains adult content. You must be 18 years of age or older to enter.
Realm I
Supernatural encounters, haunted places, demons, rituals, and the darkness that waits just beyond the edge of the visible world.
When Elara inherits her grandmother's estate on the fog-shrouded coast, she finds more than heirlooms โ she finds the echoes of every soul who ever lived within those walls, and all of them are still watching.
The tourists call it beautiful. The locals never go near it after dark. Thomas discovers why when a late-night walk reveals that some things lost in the water never truly disappear.
Every antique mirror in Professor Hardin's collection shows something different โ not the room behind you, but the moment you most regret. The professor hasn't looked in a mirror for thirty years.
Buried beneath a decommissioned railway station, the brass automaton still ticks. Three questions โ that is all it grants. No one has returned for the fourth question in one hundred and twelve years. Until tonight.
Every night at exactly 3:47 AM, the door at the end of the hallway opens onto somewhere that isn't the laundry room. Father Aldric has seventeen seconds to close it before something decides to stay.
The herbalist in the village square sells more than remedies. When Sera buys what she thinks is a sleeping tonic, she begins to dream someone else's memories โ and the woman in the dreams has been dead for two hundred years.
After moving into the old house on Voss Street, the family hears it every night โ a slow, rhythmic sound from the sealed attic above. The contractor says it's pipes. The previous owners left no forwarding address.
The binding ritual requires three participants and an unbroken circle of salt. They had five. Two hours later there are only two. The circle is still unbroken, but now it's impossible to tell which side of it they're on.
She looks exactly like you, lives in your house, wears your face. But the woman in the mirror has been making different choices for years โ and she has finally grown tired of watching from inside.
The entity at the crossroads is polite, well-dressed, and extremely punctual. It only asks for one thing โ the name of someone you love. What it gives in return is everything you ever wanted. Every. Single. Thing.
The old oak at the center of the cemetery has been there longer than the cemetery itself. The groundskeeper knows what it feeds on. He has been trying to leave for eleven years.
They came to the Victorian manor as skeptics โ six academics investigating the reported phenomenon for a journal article. By morning, three of them could not recall what language they had been speaking, or why they were all facing the wall.