Haunted Numbers Novels & Stories

“Then dig deep, Crown. Because I’m not done haunting you.” A distant explosion shook the walls. Sirens rose, wailing through the Tower’s hollow bones. ⟅━━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━━⟆ Next: 17 — Ghost No more hiding. The dead demand payment. And some legacies never die.

"Damn you, Annabelle." As I continued my solitary journey, the shadows cast by the towering trees became more menacing. Each twist and turn in the road seemed to reveal hidden horrors, imaginary figures lurking just beyond my peripheral vision. My overactive imagination conjured images of malevolent entities hiding behind the gnarled trunks, their eyes glinting with malicious intent. A shiver ran down my spine as I quickened my pace, desperate to escape the oppressive darkness that enveloped me.

Elliot could see clearly under the night vision lens. The haunted house scene was eerie and terrifying, with peeling paint on the walls, giving the impression of an abandoned and sinister dwelling. Dried bloodstains adorned the floor and walls, cobwebs clung to corners, and cotton-like fluff floated in the wind. Piles of white bones and skulls were scattered about, occasionally accompanied by the eerie cries and howls of ghosts. Sophia tightly gripped Chase. Her face was pale, revealing her intense fear.

“Don’t take my word for it, Ava... but I have a feeling that my family hid something here.” The young woman was filled with anxiety; she longed to know everything that place hid because she knew that Daniel always avoided certain questions, and more importantly... She needed to know if she would find out the reason behind so many red numbers in Interstellar Company.

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

She quickly grabs a piece of paper and writes them down. “1649.” I pause as the log is filled with three numbers over and over again. “I keep seeing another three numbers called almost every hour. If my hunch is right, one of these three is most likely the number to the one paying them for the attacks and to steal the recipe. 0189. 7461. 9912.” Bry gasps and tenses. Her hand freezes in mid-air. She slowly turns her head towards me and her voice cracks as she asks, “Are you sure about the last one?”

"I need you to focus on what I'm about to tell you, alright?" "Okay.” I held up one of the lottery slips, pointing to the empty circles where numbers needed to be marked. "So, you need to take a deep breath, clear your mind, and think really hard." "What am I thinking about?” "Numbers.” Hailey looked at me weirdly. Yeah, I know I sound insane. “ Just believe me and do this for me. Just like how you saw that cat getting hurt, I want you to see the numbers that are supposed to go in these empty spaces. I want you to see the winning numbers for tonight's drawing.”

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

Henry**** The words from the journal haunted me, etching themselves into my mind with every heartbeat. Claim your power, or be consumed by it. The warning seemed so simple, yet the weight behind it was overwhelming. Could I embrace the power that had been kept from me for so long? Or would it destroy me, just as it had been meant to destroy my father?

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.