A Rather Haunted Life Novels & Stories

Instead, I told them that my nightmares were taking a toll on me, and it was probably the lack of sleep and paranoia that makes me see things. I knew that by the look on their faces, they thought I was either going mad, or they tried to think of a logical explanation as to what I was talking about. "Hold up," Joyce said as she rubbed her temple. We were all sitting on the floor by this time except for Kimmy who was on the bottom of the stairs, "you mean to tell me, you're technically being haunted by your ex who was part of a cult?!" she said exaggeratedly. I knew she was also losing it by the way she stressed the word "cult".

He had even solemnly warned me to stay away from emotionally unstable people, or I would get hurt. But I was a lovestruck fool at the time, so I didn't heed a single word of his advice. In the end, I paid for it with my life. Almost near the end of my past life, Carl had tried to visit me once when I was sick, but he was blocked at the entrance by none other than Horace. "Keep your dirty feelings toward her to yourself. She'll always be mine." Carl's eyes turned red. "But you don't love her! Why do you want to torture her?"

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.

“Do you think Cort and Brooklyn are okay?” Shea asked as they rode in the cab toward the restaurant. “I’m sure they are,” Bradford said, patting Shea’s hand. She smiled at him and said, “I can’t help worrying about them. Who knows what that crazy woman is capable of?” “She does have crazy eyes, that’s for sure,” Bradford said, nodding. “Have you seen her up close?” Shea asked, looking at him with wide eyes. He nodded and said, “I made the mistake of answering the door one time when she knocked. Blimey! She was scary!”

"When I'm done, I'll take it outside and burn it." Zainab leaned back silently. The hollow feeling in her chest expanded, more than she'd felt it do in a while. When she turned to look at Afrah, there were tears in both their eyes. "He's gone," Afrah said, more to herself than to Zainab. "Then why do I still see him every night?" she asked, the tears falling slowly. "Why do I still hear him in my thoughts? Why does he follow me everywhere I go?" "He did the same thing to me," Afrah said, wiping her own tears. "All my life, his shadow haunted me. Even now that he's gone, I still feel like he's lurking somewhere close-by, watching me with that murderous look in his eyes."

"He used to cook for me too, all the time." The bed began moving toward the operating room. William gripped my hand tightly. I forced a small smile. "What are you so afraid of?" I asked. "If you don't make it out... what am I supposed to do?" he said. I paused. Then, I said quietly, "Then let's meet again in the next life." Our hands were pulled apart, and the doors of the operating room closed behind me. … [In the Next Life — March 16, 2024, 2:07 AM — I'm Turning Into An Angel]

When my senses slowly returned, I noticed a small stream of blood was trickling out of my ear. "You killed my mother!" she screamed raspily. "What did you say to her? Why was she overstimulated? The kidney transplant was a success! She could have lived a few more years. She hadn't even seen her grandchild yet!" A heartbroken Henry wiped Josephine's tears away. "Amnesia isn't a reason for you to kill Delilah. If you don't like me, then come at me. Why take it out on her?" I clutched my right ear, but the blood kept trickling through the cracks between my fingers. "I didn't say anything."

8 million. After paying off the mortgage, Zachary pocketed 1.5 million, which was the exact amount he handed over to me. Yara reportedly caused a huge scene and had to be taken to the hospital for fetal monitoring. His mother blamed everything on me and called me a "bloodsucking vixen". Sadly for her, no one pitied her. Someone from our old university group chat spread the story, and the former class monitor approached me privately, "Estelle, is it true? About Zachary and Yara?"

"Is that what I was? I felt like a ghost for a while Marco. I was stuck between the way things were and the way they had to become." Marco let out a laugh that turned into a brief cough. He waved his hand toward the cellar in the distance. Sofia was probably checking the sugar levels in the harvest. "Ghosts haunt, Hannah. They hold on to what's dead because they are afraid to let go. You did not hold on. You reached out. You went all the way back to 1782. Brought a thread to the present day. That is not haunting that is creating."

"I have been going through one of my worst phases of my life ,I know I've been continously under the blue eyes of him, like a shadow he is after me always. Despite I've people that sound secure to me, but nothing could save me from imagining my fears ,that had became a undeatchable part of my life. Although, the Cops are patrolling and protecting us around my house for 24 hours , but still I hadn't forgotten that how he entangled my thoughts , causing my body to shudder under his minty breathe. He had venom in his voice that could devour me ruthlessly, leaving me nothing but a girl that is haunted by only recollecting his dreadful actions. His words had seeped into my bones intensely, eve