Hantu Ouija Novels & Stories

Vino agreed. "Telekinesis is still an enigma to most of us," Ivana commented skeptically. "But since we came here, we started to believe it," Brie added while gazing at Vino tenderly. "And that words came from the witches with pure magic and fairy powers!" Zac chuckled drily. "Olga has a sister. Her name is Tania." "Where is she?" Ivana and Zac queried at the same time. "She is a ghost." "Is she here at this moment?" Ivana glanced around the room.

My voice bounced around the tiny apartment, thick with rage I couldn't hold back. The ceiling light started going berserk, flickering on and off wildly. A chill shot up my spine, sharper and deeper than ever before. In the corner, a patch of shadow began to twist and ripple, gathering into one spot. A human-shaped silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly peeled itself out of the shadows. The figure was tall and slender—it was a woman's outline wrapped in an indistinct shroud of black mist. There was no wind, but it felt like the air had been sucked from the room in an instant. Then, an icy, emotionless voice rang out. It wasn't in my ears, but directly inside my head.

How could they possibly continue fighting against two Nine Saint Oracles? Hansel nodded and shouted, "Nine Saint Oracle, you're marked!" Hansel raised his hand, and an evil-looking and poisonous mist spread quickly toward Xenia and Yennie. Uh!

He asked. Thus she realised her senses were messing around with her. What, perhaps, who she saw, was just Pete in a far alter figure which her magic hinted to her...Asmodeus! It flashes over her eyes, January 2015 Annual Carnival. Thus, dates had gone by, and everyone lost time and track of what day it was or it had been. "A bidding centre, weapons of old gods being put up for bids." "I saw someone!" "And an Ouija board, that said to me."

Herne's voice rumbled and caused chills to run down his spine, “Now if you'll avoid Self-doubt for a few moments, I'll show you one of the first things my master taught me.” Emboldened by the hunter's words, Warren leaned forward and gestured for Herne to proceed. Herne cracked a grin, “There's a good lad,” He said with a smile. He drew a strange symbol on the ground with a stick and pointed at it. “What I am about to show you is a spell called a phantom trail, or rian taibhse, in the old language.” “What does it do?” Warren asked. “The spell tracks the spiritual vapors of living beings, and creates a ghostly image of our quarry to follow, if not our quarry, then our imprisoned friends.”

I checked every small detail that was mentioned in my grandmother book and prepared a big circle with red scandal wood ashes and salt mixed with it on floor, also I took small rice cake doll and pinned it with some needle and tied few stand on my Santil around it, then I filled entire big wooden bowl with fresh goat meat and mixed essential herbs, once everything was done, I asked everyone to stand inside circle with me, I gave rice doll and kept black been to Santil, and ordered John to open Humbart room door. As soon as John open humbart door, he ran back to us and stood inside circle behind Draco, within couple of minutes in faint moonlight we saw a crawling figure from stairs, Solider Ma

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

He seats himself on the chair in front of the table and the conversation starts. “We were actually hunting that yokai for some years now… You probably wouldn’t know the term ‘hunting’ here. Or do you?” “No. I do not.” “Okay. I’ll explain it in simple terms. There are three categories under which people or humans in general fall under… The cast, the off-cast and the hunters. Well, only if you’re out of your mind will you take the hunting route. My point being that the cast can interact with spirits, dead people, apparitions if they have not passed into the afterlife and they decide to stick around as a rumour. The off-cast are those idiots who can’t see these apparitions and they decide to us

"I'm not going to betray you. So are you going to help me or not?" Ophelia sighs heavily. "Well, never mind. Indra is on her way to the deepest part of the old growth forests in the human dimension. Hoia Baciu, is the name of the forest. She's looking for a witch named Baba Yaga. And that witch is a very different character, I must say. There is no one who can outsmart Baba Yaga." She grits her teeth in sinister amusement.