Haunted Numbers Novels & Stories

looks like now: a storm, a car, a man sitting in the dark watching the life he should have crumble into someone else’s hands. My phone buzzes. No name, just a number I know too well. Hale. I stare at it until it stops. He probably thinks I’ll call back. I won’t. He’s part of Damian’s world now. Everyone is. An hour passes. Lights go off in the house one by one. Only one room stays lit—the nursery. I shift forward, eyes narrowing.

Great. “I think they forgot to add the sign that says definitely not cursed or haunted,” Vivienne muttered as she eyed the row of identical, dilapidated homes with their eyeless windows where nothing aside from the darkness watched her right back. “Uh-uh. No way. I’ve seen movies. I’ve watched The Blair Witch Project and Children of the Corn. This is every super haunted town in a Hollywood production. Nope.”

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

She mostly stared blankly at her computer screen and wrote letters to her mom in her big diary. One of such letters read: Hello mom, your daughter is thirteen already. Where's the gift you promised her? You never promised to gift her your dead body, so why are you not here? Why are you silent? Why's your phone number out of coverage? Why are you not replying your emails? Why are you not calling or texting her? Where are you? Are you in heaven? If yes, why so soon? You told your daughter you were going to Australia but why change your mind? You promised to come two weeks ago but you're still not here? Where are you? Are you even listening? Did you get stabbed by someone? Is your heart still b

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.”

Instead, I told them that my nightmares were taking a toll on me, and it was probably the lack of sleep and paranoia that makes me see things. I knew that by the look on their faces, they thought I was either going mad, or they tried to think of a logical explanation as to what I was talking about. "Hold up," Joyce said as she rubbed her temple. We were all sitting on the floor by this time except for Kimmy who was on the bottom of the stairs, "you mean to tell me, you're technically being haunted by your ex who was part of a cult?!" she said exaggeratedly. I knew she was also losing it by the way she stressed the word "cult".

He hesitated. “But what?” “It’s through the haunted zone. My father refuses to let me go and the guards know it’s where I’m headed, so they keep cutting me off.” He bared his tiny white needle-teeth in frustration. “You aren’t afraid of the ghosts?” I asked. He patted his tiny hand against his chest. “Nyx Hura’nyx fears nobody and nothing, living or dead.” The ground began to shake. If this was the big one, flaming lava could come bursting through the walls at any moment.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

I ask, needing a confirmation of what I already know. "You already know Sarrtina. There's Zacharie and Hasiah and they are just as dangerous as Sarrtina, if not more. Then there's Achilles." "She's the blonde?" "Yes." Zaralina says. "What makes her truly evil and vicious is the world of pain which has created so much darkness inside of her." For some reason I want to know more about this Achilles. When I saw her in my dream I felt like I knew her from somewhere, her eyes were oddly familiar. But it could be because all these nonhuman eyes look very similar.