Haunted Numbers Novels & Stories

Hale nodded, stepping back to give me space. “Oh right. Um, it’s 8431.” I had to think for a moment about the code. I hadn’t used it yet. Guess I’m going to start using it every day from now on. Even if Dane is sent packing, I live in a city with werewolves and vampires. I’m not sure how safe I’ll ever feel again. “I’ll be to bed soon then.” Hale nodded, stepping away from me to check the windows and doors.

Not being able to take my eyes off of it, I watch as it slowly sinks into the paper. I look around the room and a thought pops into my head. Speaking out loud, I ask, “Billy, are you there? If you are, please let me know somehow.” I have heard that on Halloween the veil between the worlds is thinnest. Maybe he is trying to contact me and let me know that he is watching over me.

Jake said, responding to Julia, "well, after I hypnotised Ryan, I must've accidentally exposed him to the forces of darkness. They sensed the book's magic in him and now he's being used like a conduit. " "A what now? " came Matt. "I think I've heard that before, " Julia cut in, "he's like the Annabelle doll in Annabelle !" She referenced the infamous doll which acted as a beacon to call upon the forces of evil-a conduit- as Julia explained. "Except now, it's not a doll but my hypnotised brother." "Well, if he's still under your hypnosis spell, " Julia added, "he'll eventually come back. " "And don't forget the beacon thing!"

I started at my phone after he ended the call, he is really a God sent, with just one phone call he lifted my sadness and sorrow. My eyes widened as a thought hit me, maybe he is truly a guardian Angel that God sent to me in this period of sadness and sorrow to help me heal. So if he isn't human but an Angel sent to help me heal that means he would one day return or be assigned to another human. I shook my head to stop my imagination from running wild, this can't be possible, supernatural things like this doesn't happen. Then again how was he able to calm me down with a single phone call and helping me heal faster than normal. A lot of things about him are not ordinary. I looked at the clock

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

I thought I was being tested, so I tried to figure out the sequence, did they flash in odd or even order, were they prime . . . But as I soon discovered, they were random. Just chaos: a theory that has driven many mathematicians insane. I was soon to follow. Despite their randomness, I continued counting them in a blind effort to impose some order. They soon covered the entire school. My deterioration was at its greatest when I began to see the numbers on the tops of students’ heads. Again, the numbers flashed in random patterns, taunting me to discover their hidden order. I was oblivious to the students that walked by and who went about their normally sane lives beneath the numbers. Their s

Helena cooed, flicking her finger over the raised number on her own key. Camille nodded at Helena's statement and replied, "Well, I'm in room number three. It should be the first one we come across." I counted the doors as we passed, noting the differences in each one. While one door was a deep maroon shade with golden etching, another was a blinding shade of white. Confusion flashed across my face as I looked at the number thirteen, made from a golden metal, as it sat on the door. The white door was equally strange, sitting on a light blue plaque, the number nineteen shined brightly. As we approached the third door, I felt a frown form on my face. Helena let out a delicate laugh that echoed

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

Unknown Caller Arielle didn’t remember pressing the call button. She only remembered staring at the empty space where Daniel’s number used to be saved… and then deciding she didn’t need it. She knew it. Her fingers moved on instinct. Nine digits. Her heart thudded violently in her chest as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times— It clicked. Arielle straightened on the bar stool, suddenly breathless. “Hello.” That voice. Deep. Smooth. Controlled.

Someone who knew him well enough to call him out if he was losing his grip. Caroline agreed to meet him without hesitation. She watched him over her drink as he fidgeted in his seat, pushing food around his plate like it might rearrange itself into an answer. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked finally. Ben took a breath. “I think my house is haunted.” Her eyebrows shot up as she chewed, but he didn’t stop. “The ghost watched me in the shower.” He made a vulgar motion with his hand. She choked. Ben winced but barreled on. “It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.”