Novel & Cerita Courtney Dead End: Paranormal Park

Two of the burly men quickly grabbed my phone and dragged me into the yard while the blonde guy looked around the property with disgust. “Well, look at that. The old man is always crying poor to us, but here he is, living in luxury and keeping his little mistress in this nice place. Meanwhile, his real kids get nothing.” Kids? That was when it hit me why the woman and blonde guy seemed so familiar. They were Edward's children, Jenny and Marcus Grange. “You’re Jenny and Marcus, right? I’m not some mistress. I’m your aunt–” “Shut up! How dare you pretend to be my aunt?” Marcus slapped me across the face, twice, leaving me dizzy, stars flashing in my eyes.

Just thinking about it made her a little excited. The car stopped in front of the abandoned amusement park, there are still workers inside the construction, the gate is also placed "no entry" sign. It was a desolate place, and the rattling of the machines made your head spin. Leona was being held by her hand, looking around with some curiosity, "Auntie, there seems to be no one here, it won't be dangerous, right?" Cynthia sneered, of course there is danger, this bitch will not survive today.

I ask immediately. "No," my father says. "But I heard something. Before I left. The lead hunter was talking to someone on the radio. She mentioned coordinates. She mentioned a facility in Colorado. She mentioned containment protocols for a hybrid." Catherine steps forward. "We've been investigating the Denver facility. It's not just a research center. It's a containment wing disguised as legitimate government infrastructure. The paranormal detention unit is underground. Heavily warded. Designed to suppress supernatural power." "How do we get him out?" I ask.

"Ma'am, I went to your house this morning to pick up some documents, and I saw this on the couch. I believe Morgan had drawn this, and I thought it would make you happy just seeing it." He handed the drawing to me with three little stick figures holding hands in crayons with smiles on their faces. Scott thought it was the three of us. I thought so too… Until I saw the date in the lower right corner. That date was the day my parents had died in that car crash. My voice shook. "How did you get this drawing?" Scott looked confused and answered honestly. "It was on the living room couch. I picked it up without thinking..." I burst out laughing, my laughter sounding like it was laced with despair

“It’s like looking at someone who’s dreaming while awake.” Parker frowns. “And you don’t know why?” “No,” Jake says tightly. “We can’t find anything, a plant, a toxin, a wound… nothing that explains this state. Nothing that should’ve brought them back from death.” Callen stiffens. “So we’re still assuming resurrection.” “We’re assuming something unnatural,” Jake corrects. “There’s no other explanation when there were witnesses to their deaths.” The pull hits me again. This time it’s like someone grabbed an invisible rope tied to my ribs and yanked. I grip the railing beside me, breath catching.

He'd rather see me dead than lift a finger to assist. "They wasted air while they were alive, and now they're going to waste land when they're dead? What a joke. Just cremate them and toss the ashes into the river. I hear there's a swamp near South Lake—seems like a perfect place." He was saying this while tangled up with Kelly. I could hear her laughter through the phone. "Alright," I replied smoothly. "Then come sign the paperwork for their water burial when you have time." In my past life, I had always gone out of my way to protect Zarrick's dignity as a live-in son-in-law. Whether at home or at work, I made sure to give him a voice in every decision. Every document, every agreement—I had

They looked pitiable, lying there in different positions, grabbing their necks as something choked their lives away, just the way Jason had envisioned it. Jason’s uncle watched from behind them, terrified. In all his years on earth, he had never seen anything like this. It was too sweeping to be a coincidence; everybody could not just start choking to death. He saw the angry look on Jason’s face before Jason’s eyes rested on him and quickly retreated into the safety of his house. That was the last day the man went near Jason or his siblings. It was also the day Jason started seeing the ascian. No matter when he came out, no light could cast his shadow.

I turned around and saw Courtney standing on the pavement that leads back to the mansion - was she inside I wandered. "Where did you come from?" I asked. "Uh, I was" she paused "...looking for David" Here? I asked. "Yeah, I thought maybe he came outside to smoke. Well he is not here, let's just go inside it's too cold out here she said. "Were you looking for something?" she asked. "Yeah I thought someone was here" "Probably a raccoon" Courtney said and headed for the front door "Are you coming?" she said "Yes," I said.

Darren appeared beside me. "What the heck!" I got spooked. "Sorry. What are you doing here? This is a church and cemetery," Darren explained. "Cemetery? I don't see any tomb." "Not that kind of cemetery. People who cremated their family members place them here. The church knights are watching over their urns." "Oh," I glanced at the altar and saw an opening beside it. Amanda suddenly emerges from the inside. I grabbed Darren's hand and pulled her to the side, seeing her approaching. I leaned my back against the wall while I held him close.

The policeman who drove the Camsol used for the crime was later found dead in the same car, parked at the front of an abandoned guest house. “Jake” Brandon called, walking into the sitting room with a bottle of beer. “How ya doing man?” “Hey, you’re back” he placed his tablet device on the table and sat up. “Where have you been?” “Around town dude, boss says we can flex if we want to. She only warned us to be careful” Brandon replied, he sat on another chair close to Jake and bent to take off his clothes. “Where’s Cynthia” “She’s gone out, she’ll be back tomorrow morning” Jake answered, standing up to take the beer. He walked up to the mini bar in the sitting room to pick a cup