Haunted Numbers Novels & Stories

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...

"I'm going to let my father's ghost haunt him a little. Sometimes, the most effective bait is not to move." *** Hector tried to drown himself in a flood of work. The nightclub, empty and silent under the daytime lights, was a ghostly version of itself. He scanned the inventory control spreadsheets in the office, but the numbers danced before his eyes, transforming into Theresa's honey-colored eyes, the outline of her lips.

And Luca—I hadn’t seen him at all. It was just me, in a giant, haunted house, with three numbers circling in my head: One. One. Eight. That was it. Three digits. It meant Leonard’s tree in the Black Wood really had been just a tree. If there was a fourth number, I hadn’t found it yet. Based on the plastic keychain shaped like a 1, clues could come in any form—not just carvings. The more I thought about it, the more restless I became.

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.

Lily’s POV We left the room, stepping into the quiet hallway, the weight of what we had just seen settling heavily in the pit of my stomach. I could still hear Winter’s voice echoing in my mind—those same numbers, over and over again. I couldn’t escape them. They circled my thoughts, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Three-zero-two-four-zero-zero. I kept doing the math in my head. How long had Winter spent clawing her way out of that grave? The numbers—those numbers—had been her constant. And now they were my constant, too, weighing down on my mind, reminding me of everything she had gone through.

I mean, I could’ve come up with something better… I have some ideas… “Yes, the territories favorite number has always been three.” My heart stopped and my claws grew as I tightened my grip on the window’s edge, trying to close out whatever I was hearing. That voice was so unnervingly familiar and even after all these years… after all this time, I never for once forgot it. “Turn to your father. It’s not in your head this time. I’m right here.” I shook my head, trying to set my brain straight. “You’ve been haunting my dreams, you can’t haunt my life too. Go away!”

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.”