Hantu Ouija Novels & Stories

Lanna looked at me with fear in her eyes "Desert, I'm sorry, it wasn't the moon goddess I saw, she's been appearing to me more and more lately and I get so confused" "Hey, it's ok Lanna" "No, no it's not, it was rogues I saw, we need to go back now" "Ahh too late pumpkin" I whip around to see us surrounded by rogues and a jeep comes up the old road stopping in front of us before I can comprehend what is happening Lanna is spinning on the spot whipping her walking stick through the air snapping rogue necks with each spin

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

The error tone sounded almost like mockery. I clenched my fists, feeling frustration and fear twist together in my chest. Everything had worked perfectly when I registered my fingerprints in the admin department. Why did it fail the moment I reached the clock-in machine? Was I really about to relive the same nightmare as my last life? While I stood there frozen, several coworkers glanced over. A few even stepped forward kindly, asking if I needed help. As I watched them gather, an idea formed in my mind. I apologized timidly. "I am the new hire, Emma Lane. I'm sorry to bother you, but the fingerprint scanner just won't recognize me."

Almost half an hour passed before the person sent me a contact number. [This is my friend’s WhatsApp number. Henry has been studying the occult for years, so just ask him any questions you have.] I added Henry and gave him a brief rundown of the situation before he replied. [Send a few photos to me.] While Yvonne was distracted, I took a few photos of the shoe cabinet, the shoes arranged neatly on the floor, and a discreet shot of her. A long time passed before Henry replied, [According to folklore, you’re in quite the complicated situation. Your friend is indeed performing the Guiding Ritual.]

He called him again. "Yes pup". "You said your mother had super natural powers. Do you have too"? He asked the question that was clicking in his mind. "Well we all have. For instance Enzo can cast a spell. Saint, can put someone to sleep. Max can read minds. He knows what’s going on in other people's minds. Zee is a calamative. Like if you are panicking or upset, just look at him and you will feel at ease". He told him.

“Oh, relax, it’s probably just the old pipes groaning or maybe some rats running around up there, fat ones with tails dragging behind them.” She faked a shiver, but her grin was sharp and full of trouble as she reached over and snatched the bottle from my hands, taking a long pull that made her throat work visibly. “But for real, this house is begging for a séance. We should totally do one right now. I was up in the attic earlier looking for some of my stuff, and I found this ancient Ouija board buried under a pile of dusty boxes. It looks real old, like it could be from way back in the 1920s, with all these faded letters and symbols carved into the wood.”

"A protective amulet? I'm more inclined to believe that she wanted to use some voodoo magic to hurt people." Following that lead, after many twists and turns, we finally got in touch, through a trusted elder, with an old occultist master living in seclusion on the outskirts of the city. Through the call, we hid a portion of the truth, only mentioning our baby's odd behavior, as if she was entangled with something unclean. The old occultist master, Henry Zaroc, merely replied, "Let's meet and talk." While preparing to head to Henry's place, we continued to trick Ava.

At 58, he was the oldest amongst the 6 remaining clairvoyants. “My dear guests, I believe you can sense a change coming. There is evil in the air. We cannot, and we must not take any chances, so I’m sending you all off to the rainbow bridge tonight,” Hans’ voice boomed across the hall. The ghostly chattering in the lobby went deathly quiet as every spirit turned their attention to Hans. Jimmy started to howl and beat his chest and many others started to protest. The spirit of a little boy stepped forward and looked up at Hans. He had a teddy bear with a missing eye in his hand, “Mr Hans, what about my mom?”