A Rather Haunted Life Novels & Stories

"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

I simply preserve what remains of this vessel—this empty frame that walks between the living and the dead. PAIGE’S POV Shaking in fear, I realized the dilemma I was in. The good life I had imagined… shattered. I’d been scammed. From a distance, I saw an old woman approaching. Her lipstick was a deep, unsettling red, and her hair was dyed an artificial blonde. Her eyes were buried beneath thick, smudged eyeshadow. The tick-tack of her sandals on the cold floor echoed so sharply it felt like it pierced through my ears. She looked terrifying—scary wasn’t even enough to describe her.

I didn't know when I was getting out of that haunted room. This may scare any other person but I could say whoever was doing this was very much alive. He or she didn't want to harm me badly, just wanted to scare me because the person had many chances to kill me but he or she only limited his or her tricks to scratches and cuts, nothing life threatening but I couldn't be sure. Someone is here and the person is watching my every movement. Whoever this is was making sure I never return again in fear of my life.

And although I have survived, I no longer live. Now… Now not the slightest part of me lives. I am pure darkness. I have always been it. I'll always be. And here I will stay. Alone. Broken. And gloomy. As is the Fake Life that I have created. FINAL Epilogue Verona, a city in northern Italy. RYDER

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."

“Apart from the whole ‘no rejection thing’, it is also a period of time that the dead are closer to the living. The line between life and death is blurred and it continues to blur the longer the Omen Moon continues. And it involves good and bad spirits. And soon their apparitions become more evident if they chose to make themselves seen. Even sometimes, against their will.” “That explains what I saw in the living room,” I said absent mindedly. Hazel turned to me confused and I gave her a stern look. “Hazel, I don’t think what I saw in the living room earlier was a rat. I saw feet and a tall figure. I’m not sure if it was human though. If anything, it is likely to be one of those shadows.” I

"I bought it at a low price. I heard that the villa is haunted. The place is impossible to sell." Caroline asked, "Really?" Kirk nodded. He asked back, "You aren't scared?" Caroline smiled. "No, I'm not." Ghosts had never hurt her, but humans had. They had hurt her so many times. Humans were much scarier than ghosts. Kirk chuckled. "You're a brave one." Caroline shrugged. "So …" Kirk lowered his head. The mole at the edge of his eye drew Caroline's attention. "Can you accept it now?"

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

She was struck by the impossible absurdity of the situation. This was questioning the very core of her belief in life,death and the afterlife.These things were the trademarks of fiction and Hollywood movies. Could it be possible?Could some semblance of the soul remain even after death?Could this remnant of a mortal existence find a way to manifest itself,even after being dead for so long? For a heartbeat Beth imagined that she was unconscious,that when she’d left Marcus to race up the stairs,she'd fallen and hit her head and this was all some vivid dream.

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