Showing results for "The Omen" in Suspense

After recovering from a near-death experience, Charlie Payne's connection to the dead seems to dry up overnight. But that doesn't stop old ghosts from trying to commune with her. Or a clever serial killer from targeting her and the whole witch community. When a mysterious letter arrives, the anonymous sender proclaims only one thing: I killed your parents. I killed your aunt. Watch your back, witch.

Eleven years ago today, Bette and Crystal’s mother died. The sisters observe the day each year with a visit to her grave followed by dinner. As Bette stands in the forlorn cemetery, large oaks watching in silent contemplation, Crystal does not arrive. Flummoxed, though it’s too early to panic, Bette embarks on the usual calls and stops in search of her free-spirited sister. However, minutes soon turn into hours, and hours turn into days. As more secrets pour from Crystal’s life, it becomes clear that she sensed the sinister destiny awaiting her.

Dead folk are poppin' up like a whack-a-mole. It's my fault. Sort of. Who would have thought that helping a friend bring back a few folks he'd accidentally murdered could mean the end of the world? Here's what happened . . . when I raised a few folk, the veil between life and death was torn. Not a big deal. I mean, death sucks, you know? But the dead aren't coming back right. They're on a murderous rampage. And come to find out, there's an ancient god who wants to see it through . . .

The drought has discontented the bees. Soil dries into sand; honeycomb stiffens into wax. But Cynthia knows how to breathe life back into her farm: offer it as an artists' colony with free room, board, and "life experience" in exchange for backbreaking labor. Silvia, a wide-eyed graduate and would-be poet, and Ibrahim, a painter distracted by constant inspiration, are drawn to Cynthia's offer, and soon, to each other. But something lies beneath the surface. The Edenic farm is plagued by events that strike Silvia as ominous: taps run red, scalps itch with lice, frogs swarm the pond.

It's impossible but it's on-screen. He's captured - on camera - the scene of his own death. One weekday to the next, Trevor quietly fulfills his roles as loving husband and father-to-be, trusted best friend, and dependable employee. He's chosen normality, routine, simplicity, even predictability: everything he never had as a child. And he prefers it that way. And then comes Saturday. The weekends are Trevor's alone. On the weekends, Trevor is king.