Creepy Talking Angela Novels & Stories

He explained how Angela, who had previously been unable to speak, had started to make attempts at communication. Dr. Rachel listened attentively, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement. She asked Mr Robert to provide more details about Angela's recent words and expressed her eagerness to assess Angela's progress firsthand. With a gentle smile, Dr. Rachel turned her attention to Angela, who sat quietly in her father's arms. "Hello, Angela," she said softly. "I heard you've been trying to talk. Is that true?" Angela's eyes met Dr. Rachel's, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. Angela's lips moved, as if searching for the right words. Then, with a determined look, she sp

As Christopher and Angela were passing by. "Ghosts? Is this place haunted?" Angela's face began paling at the mention of ghosts. The feeling like someone had dipped the tip of their fingers in an ice bucket and began walking those finger tips up Angela's spine began creeping up her body. "It's not really haunted right?" "Wait wait wait! You're the one being groomed to take over Vicard trading, your father's business, all his land and money... And you're afraid of ghosts!? Aren't you knowledge types suppose to only believe in what's in front of y- OWW!" Angela gave him a solid kick to the shin yet again. "God the same spot! It's going to bruise and you're going to have some angry women after

Episode Six Angela's ghost stared around in fear as they made calculable steps towards the dark wood in so much fear . She was shivering in fear. "Stephanie I don't think I want to continue this journey anymore please I want to go back to my body" Angela said in fear. "You don't have to worry about anything Angela,,, nothing bad will happen to you" Stephanie assured her. "But where exactly are we going?' She asked staring around. "I want to tell you everything you need to know about Grunga and about how I died" She said as she sat on a mahogany tree stem.

she shrieked as her body started to tremble, “I can't take it any longer p-please!” Angela cursed inwardly. Is he raping someone? That monster, pervert! “Did he say anything bad to you?” Grandma's voice cut into her thoughts,she blinked then shook her head immediately. “I am just kind of shy to talk to him In Front of everyone here”. The look Grandma gave to her made her remember how bad she was at lying. “My dearest Angela.What's the matter? You looked terrified, give me the phone and I will talk to him”. “No!..it's fine it's completely fine…I will talk to him here”.

She grabbed George's wrist—her nails digging into his skin—and dragged him into the back room, a cramped space cluttered with foam boxes and nylon ropes. The tin roof rattled under the wind, and the air was thick with the stench of stagnant water and fish scales. "The last time I told you to message your sister about coming back to L.A., what did she say?" Angela's voice was a low, feverish hiss. Her pupils contracted—a tell-tale sign of a wolf's greed being set on fire.

I don’t want another lecture disguised as love. Instead, I open Talking Angela. It’s been a while. Angela’s still here. Big eyes. Pink bow. She says hi in that squeaky way that always used to irritate me, but now? I don’t know. I dress her up; change her outfit to something ridiculous, tap through the hair options. She giggles when I pat her head. I smile, just a little. That’s when I hear them… maids. A group of them pass by the kitchen door, their voices low but their arms full. Files, folders, and what looks like old boxes.

As she walked toward the kitchen. Mrs. Gale's abrupt shift in tone brought Angela to a halt. She had no idea the elderly lady had a sharp tongue and could hit anyone. But she just sighed and ignored Mrs. Gale's unsavory behavior. She had been waiting for Leonardo's call for an hour when she heard Mrs. Vera's scream coming from her room, prompting Angela to run and check. She quickly opened the door and saw Mrs. Vera hugging her knee and bracing herself in the nook. She was trembling.

Bethany had always been a cheerful woman but now she spoke like a different person. "Please be Adrian's godmother," "..." Stating that Angela was shocked would be an understatement. She looked as if someone had thrown ice-cold water on her face. "Hello? Angela?" Bethany's core clenched hearing Angela's silence. The ghostly hush of her dim lighted room frightened her. "I can! but please tell me what's bothering you!" Angela heard her friend's breathing turning unstable.

Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow. Kram faced everyone and deeply breathed slowly, worried and restless. His wings slowly went down as he sighed in fear and worry, “A vampire was awakened in the human world,” he said, loud and clear for everyone to hear him. All eyes looked at him in horror; the angels looked at each other at the same time, some got worried and some began to panic. They were not expecting the news, and what’s worst was it was an unexpected predicament, something they never heard for too many years, something that they never wanted to know at all

But in the same breath, terror stabbed her chest, because Greg would use these very words against them. And right then, her phone buzzed again. She froze. Austin saw her expression shift and ripped the device from her trembling hand. Another leak. This time, a video clip. Angela’s voice. Greg’s voice. Lucy’s throat closed as Austin played it aloud. Angela: “I can get her to talk. She trusts me. Just give me time.” Greg: “Good. The more she confides, the easier it is to break them both.” Angela: “Understood.”