A Rather Haunted Life Novels & Stories

My business flourished, and I busied myself in the store every single day. One day, Haley Turner came all the way from my hometown to inform me that Timothy had fallen into a drain and died after getting drunk. He'd been drinking heavily every single day prior to his death. As for Avery, she'd died from heavy blood loss after getting an abortion at an underground clinic. She had also lost the baby. I sighed when Haley told me all this. It really felt like Avery and Timothy were just suffering the consequences of their own actions. In the end, my store branched out across the nation, and I became the wealthiest person in Greenwood Vale.

Date = 21 January Place = San Francisco (Haunted house) POV - Damion Pain, devastation, helplessness … feelings I’ve buried deep inside long ago come rushing forward. “Now you can focus on our plan,” Lucinda snaps at her brother. Darren moves without thinking. He points the gun at his own sister. His hand shakes. Lucinda laughs. Actually laughs. Low. Delighted. “Besides … I never liked that bitch.” They’re all fucking insane.

"I feel sorry for you." I actually laughed. "I've never seen you as the compassionate type." I held Blackie close, pulling comfort from the warmth of its tiny body. It was the only thing making me feel like I still belonged in this world. "If you're just trying to piss Shawn off, congrats. You did it. Now let me out." "So you can go back to him?" The light turned red. He looked at me, anger tangled with something almost helpless. "Yara, you're getting bolder by the day."

He broke down, begging, "Mom, I'm a monster. I was wrong. I deserve to die. Please let me die. I'll go to hell and make atonements to Beatrice there. Just give me a quick end." Mom shot him a cold look and pressed the base of the pot firmly against Grayson's leg. "Nonsense! My daughter will not go to hell!" A plume of white smoke rose, and the scent of charred meat filled the air. The satisfaction I initially felt turned into an indescribable ache. Mom seemed to have lost her mind. Had my death driven her to insanity? If she had known it would come to this, she should have acted differently from the start.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

It depends on the Neutral Alliances if they would follow his suggestion or not. The haunted mansion that was crowded and lively before had now become deserted. The dark, bleak, and desolate mansion in the eyes of a living person had truly become one- both in the living and the dead world.

Uncertainty and despair loomed large, threatening to consume her unstable mind. The relentless onslaught of traumatizing events had plunged Rara into a state of distress from which she worried she could never recover. The mere thought of enduring further hardships petrified her, as she questioned her ability to bear yet another painful blow. In her eyes, the relentless cycle of emotional turmoil was becoming increasingly unbearable. Killian, Alexei and Ralph had made her life a living hell. She cursed the moment she caught Killian’s eyes, damn the moment she let Alexei’s midnight eyes hypnotise her, and regrets the moment she fell for Ralph. She yearned for peace from the haunting memories t

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.

But now, she is trying to be braver in front of Aiden because she has been determined to become an independent girl. “The scenery here is really nice, you really have a good sense of home.” “This used to be an old building that burned down in ninety-seven. No one dares to buy this land because they think this land is haunted. So I can get this land for a cheap price.” "You mean this place is haunted?" asked Calistha shuddering in horror. Bad thoughts about Aiden's dimly lit kitchen or the door to her room that sometimes creaked softly at night made Calistha feel the hairs on her neck start to stand up.

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"