Haunted Numbers List Novels & Stories

I said. “What’s that file there? I don’t understand it at all.” He said, pointing to one. So I clicked on it and it was a list of the towns that had been wiped out by vampires. It also showed the death toll and the people that were missing. “Wow. That’s a lot more than the last time I looked.” I said. “Your dad didn’t want to bother you with this stuff while you were sick.” He said. “Who’s that?” Lucas asked, picking up a file that was hidden under a couple of other things on his desk. So I quickly glanced at the photo.

Ariana I kept watching the phone ring, and before I could stop myself, I ended up answering the call. I remained silent after pressing the phone against my ear. “Ariana??!” Peter’s voice rang through my ear as he called out, sounding frantic and panicked. “Ariana?? Are you there??” He called out again, his voice growing higher and more worried. After a few seconds, I let out a long sigh, scowling down at my fingers. “I’m here.” I responded flatly and he let out a long relieved exhale that had my scowl deepening at once. I could vividly remember how hopeless and terrified I had felt after he left me without looking back at all.

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.

This wasn’t just someone trying to scare her. Whoever was behind this… They were watching her closely. And they were dangerous. — Across the city. Inside the Hale mansion. Adrian stood in his study while Daniel waited beside the desk. “Sir, we traced the numbers that contacted Mrs. Hale.” Adrian looked up. “And?” “They’re all unregistered prepaid numbers.” Adrian’s expression darkened. “Disposable phones,” Daniel added. “Someone is being careful.” Adrian slowly leaned back in his chair. His mind immediately started connecting pieces.

I asked. Celeste's eyes lit up. "Exactly." I then asked, "Do you have Howard's number?" Howard Johnson was the school heartthrob and the person my shadow had been seeing. I asked because I knew Celeste and Howard moved in the same social circles. Sure enough, Celeste puffed up her chest and proudly answered, "Not only do I have Howard's number, but I also have his girlfriend, Helena's number. She's my cousin's best friend, a true lady from an old family."

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Julian looked at the page for a long moment. "I don't think it's asking who the fourth person was." He looked at Dani. "I think it's asking who survived to tell the story." --- The room grew quiet once more. Ethan leaned over the ledger. "There's something else." He pointed to the bottom corner of the page. A series of numbers had been scribbled in pencil. 2 - 14 - 16 - 17 Julian narrowed his eyes. "Not room numbers." "You don't think?" Julian shook his head.

And just as I was about to turn off the phone and call in for the night with Aurora, another message came in from the same number as earlier. “FANTASMA—THE GHOST. FIND ME IF YOU CAN.”

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.