Haunted Numbers Novels & Stories

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.

I was frozen in shock, my mind struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of the horror unfolding before me. Haven's eyes, still an unnatural white, gleamed with an otherworldly power as she stood at the center of the maelstrom, her chanting growing louder, more insistent. “Darling, what are you doing?” I ventured the question in a tone that was deliberately measured, careful not to inflame the situation further. My words hung in the air like a fragile truce, as I waited for Haven's response, her white eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity amidst the swirling chaos of the undead horde.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

Kellan jumped in fear after hearing Harvey’s words. He instinctively tried to wipe The Haunt off his body, but to no avail. Zarla clenched her teeth in disbelief. “There’s no way it’s that serious!” “Do you think we’re in a movie or something?” “He must’ve scraped his body!” “Surely that thing won’t move at all!” Before Kellan could say anything in response, The Haunt suddenly moved closer together. The sight alone completely terrified Zarla. Cliff, who only believed in science, was shocked as well; his eyes started twitching.

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.

He took another long look at the numbers, they had spaces between groups, and each group didn't have the same number of characters, then there was a lone number after a period and another space. 618 338 32437. 8 "Except, it isn't code or encrypted…….." He mumbled to himself, and turned the paper upside down just for a new perspective. His eyes grew. Suddenly remembering a game Breanna forced him to play on one of the many nights she spent in his house. Because of her nightmares, she found it hard to fall asleep immediately, so games were a regular thing. That night, she told him about how she and her brother Jack would write in upside down and backwards numbers on calculators and pass it to

I was faster than her. Hilda Farell's smile twisted into a deadly and malevolent grin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You have no inkling of the torment that awaits you," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering."

The problem I’m having is this: If I allow myself even the slightest bit of wiggle room for the veracity of Father Ward’s story in this journal, the door is opened wide for all sorts of other things. Like a child-devouring demon named Moloch or Baal. An odd yellow taxi and odder coins bearing a strange design popping up all over town. A ghostly boy maybe born of a man’s deep pain and self-loathing. A strange place called Carcosa—with black skies and even blacker stars—where it seems lost people go when they’ve nowhere else. Someone or something named Hastur (a name which runs cold shivers down my spine even thinking it).

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.