H H Holmes Supernatural Novels & Stories

Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist. Holly is on stage mid-song, copper dress glowing, but she stops the second she sees me. She’s off the stage and in front of me before the piano note finishes dying. Holly (quiet): “You met her.” I nod. Holly hugs me so hard my ribs creak. Holly: “Then we’re closing the mirrors.” She turns to the room. Holly (voice carrying like she owns the afterlife): “Listen up, boys. Every reflective surface in Hot Springs just became enemy territory.

added Amy. On a good day, this was enough to get Father Gregory off the conversation but for reason yet unknown to his human mind, he stayed back. He looked through the books at his reach, studied their synopsis in quick glances. Amy on the other hand did well avoiding their bodies from touching. Not even her bag touched his body. “You know if someone sees you avoiding me this way, they will think I am a leper but that’s ok.” Looking at both books in his hands, he offered the one on his left. “ Try this. You will love it”.

I suggested we go back inside the room where he first delivered the order. And that's when we found out who the mysterious burger customer was... Turns out that it was the man in the coffin. +++++++++++ Talented while alive and even gifted in death... Humans are truly unique and powerful in their own ways. But then again, this is The Spa and many will still wonder which stories here are true or not. I leave that to you since those who shared it swear by their truth. So once again, this is your Storyteller from the Supernatural Spa, saying hope to see you again soon...

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

The quarter was as silent as a graveyard when we stormed in around 6:05 pm. Hilda was feeding on a flute of blood and her hands were balled into fists. "I know you are stressed at the moment but two emotions aid a supernatural to feed of the strength of the beast from within." Suzy walked towards Hilda and raised her chin to face her. "Fear of the unknown and anger." I butted in, clearing the junks on a table, and inserted the printed diagram on the table with a thud.

He asked as they approached the gate of the cemetery. " Are they? I guess it's because…." Suddenly she was interrupted by a bright light, she had to raise her hands to cover her face. She felt her head spinning. She tried to say something but she couldn't. It was the same light she saw the other day as Austin left the cemetery. "Hey!" Austin shook her unconscious body in his arms, she wasn't responding.

I suppose it's probably for the best, I don't want him anywhere near this mess, if it were up to me he would have never been exposed to this whole other world. "Everything is fine." I don't even know why I'm saying that. I have three demons in my house and two of them are trying to kill me. "Go back to my room. Everything is going to be fine...." I don't even get to finish that sentence as Soliaire surprises me by finally driving his hand into my flesh, grasping my heart and ultimately burning me. I didn't see it coming because my eyes were sorely on Sky and that gave Soliaire the perfect diversion.

"What do you like to write?" "I don't know yet. The strange and unusual fascinates me." He pauses. "I read a lot of horror books. Do you like horror?" "Yes." I start to make a joke of his question, something about how close it is to my heart, but a feeling of deja vu sweeps over me. The feeling startles me, for I haven't had it in centuries. The sensation is intense; I put a hand to my head to steady myself, while searching for the source of it. Seymour reaches out to help, and once more I feel the sickness flowing beneath his skin. I am not sure of the nature of his disease, but I have a good idea what it is.

She couldn’t explain why, but there was something unsettlingly familiar about her. The young lady had sapphire-blue eyes, and the moment Aurora saw them, they instantly reminded her of Maverick’s eyes. Her eyes were cold, and from the stern expression etched across her face, she seemed like someone who wasn’t to be messed with. Her hair was also pure white, cascading all the way down to her waist. She lifted her hand up in the air and began to chant a spell… loud and clear. “By moon and shadow, by blood and bone, let the truth be silenced and the will be broken. Let darkness answer my call and bend another to my command!”