Evil Lives Here He Haunts Me Everyday Novels & Stories

Touching and fucking her was a mistake already, and I hated mistakes. It was the suspicion of a supernatural presence in this house that had drawn me to her room. Something strong and…evil. Really evil. I knew evil, and I recognized it too well because I was a part of it. With each passing day, I was becoming a part of what this world perceived as stronger evil. The mortal evil.

I hear him let out a low chuckle and places his hand on my waist. “Sleep tight. Little sis.” *** I had the worst sleep that night. Nightmares keep coming at me. First it’s my mom screaming at me, telling me to play nice with Eason because he’s the heir of Ramirez family and we need him to like us. Then she locks me and Eason in the same room and when I look back, he suddenly turns into monster and shoves me out of the window. I scream and fall into a sea of flames. My eyes flutter open, heart pounding against my chest crazily. My whole body aches, as if something extremely heavy is pressed on me for the entire night. I move a bit, then realize that heavy something is Eason’s body.

His voice pulsates in excitement. At once a man appears in front of him out of no where, as soon as Benjamin opens the gates of the haunted house. "Do not go there. It is just an illusion." A man in a long coat with no limbs flying in air appeared in front of him. "It is the evil spirit which is calling you." He warned him. But Benjamin did not care for his words. On a trance he continued to walk ahead towards the mansion. "Our phones are dead. I need to call somebody for help. My wife is laying there unconscious." He points to his broken car.

The way its horrendous hand was pointing at my shoulder—to where my birthmark is. I took a look at my birthmark and I found nothing unique in it. But the way the Hearteater spoke— ‘Your birthmark…’ It was an entity directly from my nightmares, crawled straight out from the tar black pits of hell. ‘Your birthmark…’ I couldn’t wipe out that monster from my memory. Its unearthly voice. The way it made the hair on my arms rise, the way it could’ve knocked out my very soul from my body. Evil. Its essence is pure, unfeigned evil.

The three of them had a nice and warm breakfast together, filled with laughter and joy. Valle found himself in a dark and scary dream. This place was full of sad images and strange words that echoed in his mind, making him feel uneasy. He stood alone in a large, empty field when a creepy old woman appeared before him. Her eyes stared at him with a strong intensity that made him shiver. She spoke to him in a harsh voice, “Cursed are you. Evil is all you will be known for, and evil is all you will know.”

Haunted. Then the scent returned. Mint. The wind howled outside, rattling the windowpane like bones in a jar. My body stiffened. He was here. Was Kelvin coming back to finish what he started? What if Eva’s family turned? What if they tore me apart in my sleep? My phone buzzed and buzzed. My parents. I turned it off. Their voices would only add to the storm already screaming in my head. Why was everyone around me a monster? Was San Francisco a haven for beasts?

And my mind felt muddled. I followed him out of the white room, down a long hallway which was lit up brightly. I studied Kaleb's back features, then turned to study the expensive looking walls. “Where's this place?” I asked out loud. “Paradisia. We are Evens.” He said, and I blinked. Evens? “Evens?” I repeated, making sure my confusion could be heard through my voice. I knew about Vampires, See-brids, Shadowers, even Rogue-brids.

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"It could be anyone. Anyone at all." "Exactly," X said through the phone. "Now you understand the game. I am everywhere and nowhere. A ghost among ghosts. And you will spend every remaining day looking over your shoulder, doubting everyone, trusting no one. That is my real revenge, Eva. Not death. Not destruction. Uncertainty. The slow poison of paranoia destroying you from within." "We will find you—"

“Can’t they come here and treat her? I’ll close the door.” “No. Tabatha told me that Evander has been researching this demon since we first ran into it a few nights ago. He has a lead, but if it’s true…” He sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at me with glossy eyes. “If it’s true, we don’t have much time.” “What is it, Lucas?” Eliza snaps, unable to hide the fear in her voice. Lucas tears his eyes away from mine, looking pained. “Pestilence.”