Courtney Dead End: Paranormal Park Novels & Stories

What the heck is this zombie thinking? "Where is she?" I asked as I pressed my thumb on the temple of my head. "Sierra went for a walk," Courtney said. Honestly, I don't like Courtney because she is my mate's sister but because she has a strong intelligence scent and to some extent, the zombie seems to have a stronger one. No wonder he is reading a book about psychology. "I see.." I said and a similar beautiful scent filled the air.

His mouth curled around that last part, the word Almighty in particular. Jack cleared his throat. “Thanks. I just wondered what you thought of all the strange happenings around town—as a religious leader of the community, I mean. Were you aware?” “I was not, but now I’m intrigued. Go on.” “There’ve been some unexplained incidents: wildlife die-offs, birds mostly. Several unnatural births have occurred among the livestock at some of the local farms around here . . . crops turning bad, animals acting crazy, things of that sort.” He paused, then resumed. “You’ve heard about the Putnam family? They were found dead in their garage this morning from carbon monoxide poisoning. All three of them.”

Woods said a quick, silent prayer, hoping that the big southern girl didn’t freeze her ass off on her way up to the Pearly Gates. Thirty simple seconds tick-tocked on by, and despite the electric crackle of expectancy in the air, Mama Metcalf remained well and truly dead. Even her blood had stopped flowing, ruby diamonds on a cigarette-butt strewn patch of land. The old woman across from her, Wanda Mabry, would also never move again. Her index finger was curved inwards as though still depressing an invisible trigger that shot invisible bullets of hatred at a sky that would never die. Sirens sung in the distance. When the hospice alarm was activated an automatic call out was prompted to the f

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

It was my urn. “Whitney, you’re already dead, yet you still refuse to let go of William. You’re truly disgusting!” Jennifer viciously cursed at my urn. She then turned to the priest. “Reverend, make sure to destroy her soul completely.” So that was it. She had been frightened by Mike earlier and stole my ashes to perform a ritual. No wonder I was pulled here. Too bad it was useless. I sat aside and watched them. “Jennifer, what are you doing?”

Jason joined her on the sofa and dropped carelessly. "Something is off. I have had time to think about the series of events. Whatever is happening is too much to be a coincidence. Don't you think it could be planned?" Jason started looking at his mom. Miriam had her eyes open, and a glint flashed past her eyes. She knew something "Look. The different creatures appeared in DustVille all of a sudden. I get bit. The killings and then these weird shadows are taking over people's bodies. I am telling you, mom. That's too much of a coincidence."

“I’m going to drink!” Kiran got the idea when he was looking at the city. “Yes, sir!” Maxwell led the way. They came to a bar called Mortal Dream. When they returned to the city, it was already night, so the lights were on. Seeing Mawi City at night, Kiran got emotional when he recounted what happened. Although his time here was short, so many strange things had happened, especially the investigation of the love spell and zombie spell. He may not have the answer yet, but at least he learned something.

**** August 10th, 2023 Johnson siblings residence Roughly, a month passes. It was at 3 in the morning again when Zayn and Cassandra were alerted with the dark presence on their shoulders. Cassandra wakes up from her silent dream, her heart pounding in her chest. Somehow, she couldn't get used to the God of Death appearing in front of her eyes out of the blue. And at such a horrific timing as well. With a shaky breath, she allows herself to get up from the bed and knock on his door. Zayn was in his room as well.

"Honey, werewolves transform at night. It’s normal that you don’t remember. I’ll watch over you from now on. I won’t let anyone discover your identity." I crouched there, my mind in chaos. If this were real… Did that mean I wasn’t human? Why did I have no memory of what happened at night? And why had I died four times, trapped in this endless loop? One question after another shattered everything I thought I knew about the world. If I weren’t human, that wasn’t scientific. But was this death loop scientific? My in-laws, now convinced, raised their voices again, pointing fingers. "What kind of spawn did your family give birth to?! Eating raw meat and drinking blood, and you still let her roam