Alcatraz Haunted Stories Novels & Stories

Because the brownstone with the bullet holes and the crooked crib and the woman who built federal cases from kitchen tables was a place they chose to stand. The evening continued. More talking. More laughter. Hana telling a story about her first week in her apartment that was funny and sad simultaneously. Grace describing how her coffee shop had become a minor tourist attraction after the Cambria connection became public. Naomi providing tactical commentary on the assassination attempt that made everyone laugh because hearing a near-death experience described with military precision is unexpectedly hilarious when enough time has passed. Later. Much later. The guests gone. The kitchen cleaned

This was neutral territory, land that belonged to no pack, which meant it was also the most dangerous place in the city. Marco opened the door, his expression grim. "Twenty wolves positioned on rooftops. Another fifteen inside the perimeter. Vincent came prepared." "So did we." Dominic stepped out, pulling me with him. His hand remained locked around my wrist, his touch the only thing keeping me grounded as power flickered dangerously beneath my skin. The serum was almost gone. Maybe ten minutes left. Vincent Moretti stood in the center of the empty lot, flanked by six armed wolves. But it was not my father who made my blood run cold. It was the three figures behind him, bound and gagged, th

In the end, I decided not to do it since I got scared of the possibility that she would come for me instead. But until now, I still can’t get over how terrifying that white lady's face looked.. Those are stuff worthy of nightmares... +++++++++++ And once again we end another storytelling session here at the Supernatural Spa. Next time, we will still talk about modern-day hauntings and you might be surprised at what items there are in our tales... So until next time dear reader, this is your Storyteller, The Diwata, saying good night and fare thee well. Hope to see you again soon.

"I've told you, now it's your turn. You don't have to be afraid, I'm just curious. What can I do anyway? I'm locked up in chains here." Aleta confirmed Ethan's words. The man looked like he couldn't do anything about it. It seemed to be okay if Aleta told Ethan a little. After all... Aleta was probably getting sick of keeping this story to herself all this time. "Yes, alright. Actually..." Aleta took a deep breath before starting to tell the story. "A few years ago, there was a massacre at the Blue Moon Hotel. Since you're Davian's men, you should know that, right?" Aleta asked then.

We finally got a place to hide and the chaos on the street continued, the blood bath and masaccre on the street send chills up my spine. After everything calmed down, people still did not stop talking about it, different story versions of what happened spiked up to the extent that, some of it was hard to believe. I still think back to that day, knowing that I would have died that day if the straight bullet had met me right in the head, instead of going over my head. "Dumbi, what happened?" Alex asked, immediately he came into our room, the room we both shared. "Sandra, what are you doing here in the boys hostel?" he asked his sister.

The lady didn't look happy. I heard a small crashing sound in my room and dashed away Immediately to avoid being caught eavesdropping. *** We had dinner few hours ago but I can't help but keep thinking about what I heard Tabitha and the journalist lady whispering about. I mean I can't actually be sure who they are talking about. But I remember Daniel telling five year old me, that my Dad was locked away in blackgate, but he also told me, Jim was at world's end and no one ever made it out of there. I rubbed my temples and sighed heavily.

"He and the other Alphas are taking protection in our old pack house." "Old pack house?" I was curious now. I never heard of a territory having two pack houses. "It's said to be haunted," she explained, a hint of fear in her voice. "The Alpha and Luna of the old South were brutally murdered there. Some claim the Luna walks the grounds, avenging her death, while others believe she emerges at night in search of her lost daughter." "A haunted pack house? Now I’ve heard of everything!" I laughed at the stupid superstition.

"Maybe we're so paranoid about the investor dinner, so worried about protecting what we've built, that we're imagining connections that don't exist." "Maybe." But he doesn't sound convinced. Neither am I. I close my eyes, and immediately I'm back in that prison seven years ago. The smell of disinfectant and despair. The sound of Anastasia's screams echoing down the corridor as she gave birth, shackled to a bed like an animal. I watched her die. Or at least, I watched the doctor come out and tell me she was dead. Complications during childbirth. Hemorrhaging. Too much blood loss. They'd tried to save her, but—

I didn’t expect to see Rover and Madeline again so soon. Many people wanted to testify, Cassius, Gemma and myself . For themselves and for lost loved ones. Each and every story is horrendous. The number of lives John has taken and ruined is unimaginable. After days of testimonies every one is exhausted, numb from all the horrors they’ve heard. Astonished that people lived through them.

I stop explain to him "I will be Herravie tonight. Let me do it" He knows that I work clean. I never messed up even just once. I can finish a job smoothly without any delay and problem. I wouldn't be the fourth child of Luscio Costello for nothing. Laurent Alcatraz... This day will be your last. Curiousity kills a cat, unfortunately you're not a cat but you let that curiosity of yours to shorten your lifeline.