A Rather Haunted Life Novelas e Histórias

"Definitely a no child. I am just away for two days. Colby and Shawn will love to have you around. I will discuss it with you tonight over dinner and as for tomorrow and the day afterward you need to enjoy." He put his hand around me and squeeze it. Shawn let out a sigh "okay, will talk with Colby then. See you tomorrow" he wave goodbye and drive away. I turn to go inside the house when I catch something moving fast from the corner of my eye. I look around on alert but there is nothing. I look at the house across the street and see a figure moving behind the window curtain. 'I think this town is haunted' I thought to myself. "Sr. Claire" I look back to find Oldega looking at me with concern

Great. “I think they forgot to add the sign that says definitely not cursed or haunted,” Vivienne muttered as she eyed the row of identical, dilapidated homes with their eyeless windows where nothing aside from the darkness watched her right back. “Uh-uh. No way. I’ve seen movies. I’ve watched The Blair Witch Project and Children of the Corn. This is every super haunted town in a Hollywood production. Nope.”

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

Scarlet “Why were you interested in the Rosehill mansion?” Jake asked as he drove me to school two days later. Yesterday, I decided to stay home while Jake went to the school to let the principal know I’d had a minor accident and couldn’t teach my classes. My broken arm was healed, thanks to my wolf, who decided to heal me within a day and not take months as usual. “I heard the name and I got curious about it,” I told him. “That place had been haunted ever since, until recently when the devil in a black suit moved back and he'd been staying there with his entourage of demons,” He said, referring to Roman and his men.

It wasn't much of a great day to me but they deserved the break. It felt strange to walk through this house with no servants. It felt so large and stiff, cold and haunted. Like the walls wept wherever I walked, and perhaps they did. I was never an angel, and many lives had been lost in this mansion. The lives of business partners, the lives of servants who'd made the mistake of accidently dropping a plate when I was in a bad mood and I just killed them, the lives of mistresses who'd grown too attached and the lives of enemies.

It wasn’t until I stepped out of it that the state I was in dawned on me. It is a house completely different from the one I ran away from. A few guards lingered around, protecting the space. I have only read of mansions looking haunted, only to find myself living in one. There doesn’t seem to be any life in it. Nothing in it feels homely. Hearing that the king monster lives here isn’t so baffling. Only someone like him, whose soul is probably cursed, would comfortably settle in a lifeless house. The only streak of light in my doomed life is Damila—the malnourished girl who had spoken to me in the dungeon where all humans were locked up.

— It's okay, I have less physical activity than a light bulb so I don't think I'll ever have to go down. He lets out a laugh. — I'm just saying, you'll be here indefinitely so if you get bored go there. I nodded and entered the room. At that moment, I realized that things were changing, all my life they had done so without warning. My life would never go back to normal again. Now I would be living in a building full of unknown people, unable to call home, with someone following me for who knows what. My life changed from any given Sunday family reunion to escaping from a psychotic group with another psychotic group.

Mandy looked terrified. "James, could she be right? Has Emma turned into a ghost? Do you think she'll come back for revenge?" She wrapped her arms around Chester, her whole body shaking. "James, should we call in someone with spiritual know-how to cleanse the place?" James felt torn. He knew his family never cared for Emma, but to think their indifference could drive her to take her life… "Mom," he managed to choke out, "there's no such thing as ghosts. Emma's probably just sick. I'll get a top doctor to check out her records."

I guessed It had to be around midnight because of where the moon shined in the sky. I went towards the stream thinking 'I need to see what I look like.' I crept slowly, afraid of what I might see. 'If I hated my life like the letter said, did I hate the way I looked too?' I slowly leaned over the stream to see my reflection on the water. I was shocked by what I saw. In my reflection was a tall woman, looking to be in what I thought to be in my mid twenties. The long flowing dark purple hair with dark blue tips that was down to the middle of my back; I was so confused about that. 'Was this my actual hair color?' I wondered to myself as I ran my fingers through it. It was soft like a flower pe

Hussein sank onto the sofa, his head bowed, lost in grief, while the house filled with a suffocating weight of uncertainty and dread of what was to come. Suddenly, Miranda rose, as if she could no longer bear the weight. She left her seat and walked to the door. She opened it and stepped out. Her steps were slow as she crossed the garden and paused beneath her bedroom window. There lay the lifeless body of the murdered demon, as if from another world. She shuddered slightly but composed herself. She turned and went to the gate. Her hands grasped a heavy axe. She plunged the blade into the soil and, with weary arms, began to dig a deep hole. She threw in the strange creature's bones and then