Haunted Numbers Novels & Stories

Chapter 126: Haunting Shadows Hana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.

Everyone froze, waiting for whatever came next. “Now,” the Game Master continued, “it’s time to reveal the results of the previous round.” A low mechanical hum filled the air as the massive digital board blinked to life at the front of the hall. The red numbers — 0336 — stared down at us. My stomach knotted. And then, slowly, the numbers began to drop. 0336 0300 0278 0255 The sound of the mechanical beeping was like a death toll. I could feel my pulse hammering in my neck, my palms going clammy again.

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

“I can count that high. I’ve counted higher.” “When?” I furrow my brow. “When Bronx and Ghost had surgery when the hag attacked him.” “Alright, cool. Go for it.” I shake my head. “Let me know when you hit the ten thousand marks.” Ghost loves to count when he doesn’t have much control of anything else. When our minds have absorbed all the details around us and there’s nothing else for us to do, he counts. I think it’s been years since he’s told me he’s going to do it. The last time was Sin’s attack on the pack when we were waiting for Lenora to come back to the packhouse safe and sound.

Zeke turned behind too. Quincy who sat by the sofa shrugged meanwhile she knew that Abi walked into the Catacomb. Something they didn't explain to Abi was that, the catacomb was filled with deadly beasts which used the form of the littered bones to attack and that alone made them immortal. First, the beast were mindless and in a soul form. They only possess vessels knowing as they wouldn't do any harm unless they use a vessel. And the vessel was of the littered bones. So anyone who enters never comes out.

They got up, becoming an undead horde under his control. “[Haunting Dead].”

Like a constant tic Reminding her of every passing second She could see every so often A lost wispy ghost wandering the streets Sometimes crowding in an alleyway Plotting nothing of importance Since they couldn’t focus much on agendas The closing dividers darkening their memory Like shutting doorways giving no way to haunting thoughts Of friends and foes, families and future Nothing mattered except for the longing to be someplace far Where no-one craved for the Hollow Night And the end was truly within their grasp Slowly as days passed And Pepper Rei finally heard from the gossiping souls About the man who could see The presence of these otherworldly beings So seeing the first reassuring may