Haunted Numbers Novels & Stories

He was coming for all of us. The mathematics of the beast was simple: one plus one equals annihilation. And my number — and Lena’s — had just been called.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

The first lady says and Aurora stopped on her tracks, The man cloaked in black spoke about 5b2c "That haunted house?" The second woman replies her and she nods, Aurora swallowed whatever was stuck in her throat and walked closer to the women talking "Good morning!”she greets them and they stopped their conversation to look at her "I-uh over heard you talking about 5b2c, can I please ask where it is located?” She asked shakily and they all looked at each other with questioning gaze "Do you want to go to the haunted house?" The third woman ask and Aurora shook het head vehemently

I asked. Elara hesitated, wringing the edge of her tattered shawl between her fingers. “Beyond the town’s reach, where the earth rises to whisper to the sky. An unseen mouth yawns wide, swallowing all who enter. A place untouched by light, where echoes have no end and the air is thick with the whispers of the lost.” My gaze darted to Han, the confusion in his eyes mirroring mine. “Can you please elaborate?” I asked. Elara opened her mouth to speak, but before a single word could escape her lips, her body jerked violently as if struck by an invisible force. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a strangled gasp before collapsing to the floor.

But another voice arised saying that the animal was not in control, it was possessed by dark deeds. Ella stared at the animal with tears in her eyes. It was fighting against itself. What she did next, she knew not what came over her. She just knew that she felt a foreign emotion flood her heart and white light illuminated her palms, lighting up the night sky. A ferocious screech came from beyond the veil.

She encouraged herself He was her worst nightmare, a murderer, a killer. He's the reason behind her everyday tears and she was sure going to haunt him same way he did to her. Having encouraged her self enough. She lifted her head up and narrowed her eyes to meet his . Her gaze dropped instantly as it peered into the hot seething dark eyes. His eyes were blazing fire, his jaw tighten as though he was about to murder. Fear over took her as she shudder from where she stood still holding the tray that contained his breakfast. She couldn't tell what offense she had committed rather she prayed silently wishing he'd just voice it out rather than shot her with deadly glare that makes shiver ran down

“Crap, there’s fifteen kilometres from the town. If they move through the dream realm, they’ll instantly be in the middle of town.” “I’m not finished. There are at least two confirmed shining ones. A male and female. We didn’t get close enough to hear their names. The hunt’s numbers range from 75 or more confirmed. But we’re forced to pull back by the sheer numbers of Fae in the meadow. I’m sure there’re more.” “So we’ve confirmed there’s at least one hunt as we speak.” Lue was mumbling to himself. Yolanda could almost hear the gears of his old mind clicking as he processed this information.

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

Date = 21 January A really really long fucking day. Place = San Francisco (Haunted house) POV - Damion They brought me here. To the haunted house. To Mel. Brick gives me the smallest wink before slamming the van door shut — a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it flash of alliance. Then the van pulls away. And I’m standing between the two new escorts I’ve been handed over to. They look like someone tried to clone Homer Simpson but ran out of intelligence halfway through. Same doughy faces. Same vacant eyes. Just with more tattoos and worse hygiene.